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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: It’s been brought to my attention that Cell has been a bit passive in this fic. Well the last few chapters anyway. Well there is a reason for it. I hope to get around to the specifics of it soon. I love Cell to death but he is huge pain in the ass to write. His emotions aren’t what you would call easily decipherable. Unless he’s angry or proud…or being an ass. Vegeta’s not a bed of roses either. That’s probably why I love this fic so much. There’s nothing like a challenge.

Ye be warned…here be angst and tons of it.

Chapter Five (suffer)

It was the waiting part that was getting to him. Piccolo had long since exited the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and Tien and Yamcha refused to bother with it. Goku and Gohan had left it two days ago without any intention of going into the thing again. So it was free. Now all Trunks needed was his father and then he could get this over with.

He could have gone inside ‘the room that time forgot’ alone like Piccolo. But he knew deep down that he was not as mentally sound as the Namekian. The chamber was a strange place. The purple haired boy grimaced at the thought of being stuck in that vast, empty lot of space for an entire a year with not but himself as company.

Not that his father had been much for conversation during the boy’s first time in the time chamber. In fact the man had barely spoken to him at all. Though, the rational part of his brain told him otherwise, the other half, the part that truly believed that his father was capable of having at least some sort of affection for him, hoped that this time would be different.

But this was Vegeta he was talking about. And he had been around his father long enough to figure out what his mother had meant when she’d told him not to expect much. His mother was a smart woman and more than most of the time she was right. But Trunks couldn’t help the little boy inside him that still held out hope.

The lavender haired youth looked up from the particularly interesting piece of tile on the ground below him. Over by the south edge of the Look Out, Piccolo was in the midst of deep meditation…as usual. On the east end, Tien and Chaotzu were engrossed in some light sparring. Inside the Look Out somewhere Mr. Popo was giving the Earth’s fresh young guardian a tour of his new home.

The hanyou sighed. His mother had said something about his father going off for some training. He hadn’t seen the man for two days.

Trunks had figured that after his temper tantrum that the prince gone off to find the android Cell. His father had been furious that he hadn’t been unable to defeat the creature. The boy from the future frowned at the thought. His father had been the one to allow Cell to absorb #18 in the first place. Trunks even recalled the odd sense of satisfaction he’d felt when the newly “Perfect” Cell had promptly proceeded to trounce his dear ol’ dad. Those feelings had been quickly pushed aside and the boy had come to his father’s rescue. Only to fall just as quickly as his the older Saiyan had.

He sighed a bit louder. He had been just as overconfident as his father had been and had failed just as miserably to destroy the android. The boy guessed that blind pride was just something that ran strong in the Vegeta bloodline.

He’d had been tracking his father’s ki signature for the past few days. Not daring to interfere with the man’s precious training. Though the prince’s apparent training partner had seriously disturbed the boy. Goku had even confirmed it.

Cell, of all the people on the Earth, his apparently suicidal father had talked Cell into training with him. What was even odder about this, if that was at all possible, was that his father was notorious for his ‘I train alone’ mentality.

Goku had appeared a few hours ago looking a bit odder than usual. It would seem that the Earth reared Saiyan also had found it strange that the very creature that his father and everyone else was training to destroy had agreed to help the prince prepare for the Cell Games. It had to be some kind of a trick. But the older man had insisted, so Trunks let his father be. He could only hope that man hadn’t done anything stupid.

The youth’s blue eyes brightened suddenly. He could feel the approach of a familiar ki. It was the prince.

~oo0oo~

He ignored the odd looks he got from the Namek; the three eyed freak and his clown friend, and headed straight for the time chamber. He needed some time to think. A lot of time to think. He barely noticed the purple haired brat sitting next to the thing.

“Father!” The boy said jumping up. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hn.”

Vegeta acknowledged the future version of his son briefly.

“I train alone, boy. Or have you forgotten?”

“Yeah, I know but…”

“If you want to tag along then that’s your own business. Just don’t get in my way.”

And with that the flame haired royal made his way to the chamber door, his visually deflated son dragging behind him. And to think Trunks was actually willingly putting himself through another year of this.

~oo0oo~

The frustrated snarl seemed to reverberate off of every surface in the entire desert. Cell’s arms dropped limply to his sides his darkened gaze fixed straight ahead.

It was useless to keep trying. He couldn’t focus. He felt restless. Anxious. His mind just wouldn’t rest.

The android had always staked his sanity on meditation. When one possessed a mind such as his it was absolutely vital. The Namek Piccolo had a unique mind as well. Most creatures with powers of the telekinetic nature did. Not only that, but Cell’s mind was not exactly normal either. Kami knows that it was never intended that any one creature be created from the so many different individuals. Especially when quite a few of those ‘parents’ were not the most stable of people to begin with.

The ivory skinned android looked around forlornly at his arena. The Saiyan should have been back by now. Just the thought of the pint sized prince caused a tightening in Cell’s chest. He swallowed bitterly. It was hard to place this feeling really. He had not felt an emptiness such as this since before he’d attained his perfect form.

His right arm subconsciously went to his left shoulder. Slender fingers found their way underneath the stretchy black material that lined the neck of his armor.

This feeling. It was on the verge of… longing. And apparently it had everything to do with Vegeta. He’d engaged in such primitive acts with that man. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was not totally averse to the idea playing their little game again. He had never thought…of such things. The touch of the bastard prince had ignited something in him. Something he never even knew was there.

But then Vegeta had bitten him. That had been an annoying development. Even though it had hurt like hell, his ki having been suppressed and all, it wasn’t the bite that had disturbed him so. It had been the way Vegeta had looked afterwards, the way he’d just run off.

And why exactly had he let just up and leave in the first place? It was like he cared where the idiot went. They had been finished with their little game for the day…Right?

It wasn’t until later that Cell had noticed that the prince had marked him. Though, the wound had long since healed, however a dark scar still remained. Scars rarely happened on the android’s body. He could count only one other that marked his body; the scar that his tail made on his back whenever it was removed with the rest of his biomechanical armor. The tail as well as the armor was a bitch to rebuild. Took a ridiculous amount of ki as well. It was like rebuilding a whole other body. The intricacies of tail/absorption chute had even slightly eluded his Namekian cells, resulting in the reoccurring scar.

But this had only been a simple bite; born out of raging hormones and the primal instinct of bloodthirsty monkey prince. It should have healed over without leaving a trace.

What passed for eyebrows on the android’s now helmet covered head were knitted in deep thought. Dark rimmed, red eyes looked down to the focus on his bloodied fingers. He’d scratched the scar to bleeding again. There had to be more to this bite. And Vegeta knew it. He’d done something to him and Cell was dead set on finding out just exactly that something was.

If the prince wouldn’t come to him then he’d just go to the prince. It should be simply enough to find him. The prince, as well as the rest of the Z fighters, was abysmal at hiding his ki signature. Thus, Cell immediately sent about scouting for the familiar ki. After but a few moment a low guttural growl erupted from the cyborg’s throat. He’d not been able to find the prince’s ki. It would seem the little bastard was better at hiding then he’d expected. He did however notice the oncoming approach of thousands of insignificant power levels. In his exhausted haze he’d not noticed their approach.

It was the king’s army.

“Ah, of course.” He nearly growled. “The military must prove it superior idiocy.”

Cell’s weary expression suddenly brightened. Off in the distance, clouds of dust bellowed. He could now hear the approach of hundreds of tanks and fighter crafts. He crossed his arms over his plated chest. Finally, something to take his mind off of… things. If these fools insisted on darkening his mood even further, then so be it.

An aircraft screeched overhead prompting a murderous smile to light up Cell’s pale face. He was frustrated and severely pissed off. Not a good thing when you happened to be a super powered alien android created for mass destruction. His ki was now almost back to its normal level. Over a hundred times the amount he needed to deal with this insignificant lot.

With merely a thought, the tall cyborg levitated from his arena onto the top of a nearby plateau. He didn’t want these idiots damaging is precious arena now did he?

~oo0oo~

“Your highness, Prince Vegeta, we must go!”

The young boy looked up into the face of his subordinate. The dark haired Saiyan was sweating, his face flushed red. The energy he used in battle was still humming about him.

“I remember this. I had to have only been around six in a half Earth standard.”

The much older Prince Vegeta found himself standing on the sidelines. He could see his younger self and a much younger version of the Saiyan known as Raditz. This had been so long ago, when the teenager had been the one given the task of watching over him. He watched the seen with astonished interest. He must have passed out trying to ascend during his training in the time chamber. That was nothing new. But usually he simply blacked out. He’d never experienced anything like this before. What was going on here?

Raditz was becoming even more fidgety than he’d been before.

“I don’t know, Raditz.” The little prince grinned mischievously. “Perhaps we should wait for the fool. I’d love to see the look on his face after this.”

The wild haired youth looked stricken. Another explosion sounded off in the distance and the entire room shook with the force.

“I can’t believe it!” the older boy gasped. “She made it through the blockade. Those were at least ten of the king’s best elite fighters!”

“Humph…” The boy balked.

The young prince and Raditz both turned their gaze back huge wooden door; Vegeta found that he couldn’t help turning as well. The three of them listened attentively to the muffled yells and noise that echoed just behind it. The little prince was becoming a bit restless now as well and he made it know with a frustrated snarl.

“If he insists on having those worthless buffoons handle this without my help then so be it!”

The six year old turned his back to the door and crossed his arms over his small muscular chest.

“Of course, sire, but…” Raditz started.

Suddenly the younger boy turned around in a huff.

“Damn this…” his light pinched voice growled. “I will not stand by while those idiots get my father killed!”

The elder Vegeta couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. He’d had been so eager for a battle even at that young of an age.

“But sire!” Raditz howled.

“C’mon Raditz!” Young Vegeta barked. “You wanted to be my protector, now its time you prove that you aren’t as much of a waste of space as I know you are!”

The lower level solider sighed. It was true he’d asked for this. But what a way to die; torn to shreds by his king’s love crazed mistress. None the less he couldn’t leave his charge’s side, so the young man remained right on the boy prince’s heels. Adult Vegeta followed as well, unable to handle the door himself he simply passed through it, ghosting behind his young counterpart and the long haired Saiyan.

“What is this? Some sort of dream. But everything…it seems so real.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Vegeta turned around suddenly at the voice that had been right behind him. No one had seemed to have been able to hear him before. Who…

“My prince…”

It was Raditz, a much older version of the one that he’d just been following. The russet skinned man bowed slightly.

“What are you doing here?!”

“I am only here to help, my lord.” The man replied. “I am here to ensure that you learn all that you are supposed to from this…experience.”

He grinned wide and looked around at his surrounding for the first time.

“Ah…It’s been too long.”

“I don’t have time for your reminiscing, imbecile. Why am I here?! Why are you here?!”

The response to those questions was delayed by the sound of another ki blast impacting a wall and the pitiful yells of yet more elite soldiers.

“Who is that?” Vegeta growled.

“Do you not remember, Prince Vegeta?” Raditz asked innocently. “I was told that this was one of the most traumatic experiences of your life.”

“Told by who?!” he yelled.

“Come, sire.” Raditz replied leading the way down the barren hallway. “Before we miss what you are to see.”

The taller male was off in such a hurry that the prince was left gapping. He quickly regained himself had was running to catch up. He quickly found himself standing next to the man right in the huge door way of the royal throne room. Inside there was much commotion. There was a crowd of people in the middle surrounding someone. The elder Vegeta pushed his way through and found the younger version of himself standing over the body of…

Now he remembered. How could he have possibly forgotten?

“You had forgotten because you did not wish to remember.”

He turned around to face Raditz. The older man had a solemn look on his face. This had been the day that Vegeta’s mother, the Queen of all Saiyans had been killed by a foolish young girl. How had a third class nothing of a girl have gotten so strong all of a sudden?

The other side of the crowd parted suddenly. The elder Prince’s vision lifted from the stunned forms of his younger self and young Raditz up to the other end of the hall. There his father, Vegeta no Ou stood holding up the limp form of a girl. The back of her uniform was torn to shreds and the skin on her back was covered in burns. Protruding from her was a blade, glowing with crimson ki. His father’s ki was that color, he remembered.

The girl couldn’t have been more than fifteen years old. The man watched as the girl’s reddish black blood pooled on the floor. The king looked up from his kill out into the crowd that had assembled and tossed the girl aside. He stare passed them all, his eyes finally looking on him. Vegeta felt his skin crawl. His father had been dead for so many years. He barely remembered the man. At least he thought he barely remembered him.

“Can he…can he see me?” Vegeta asked quietly.

Raditz ignored the question.

“He had mated with her. The King of all Saiyan mated to a third class whore. He had not even been allowed to be mated to his Queen.”

“Wha…” Vegeta’s eyes widened in realization. “He…he marked her?”

Raditz nodded.

“It makes you weak.” The taller male replied. “You give a portion of your power over to the one you’ve chosen. He thought that killing her would return it, but he was wrong. The King was always so much weaker after this.”

The man turned to him and continued, looking him right in the eyes. Those endlessly black orbs shinning down on him, an almost sad expression on his face.

“You can’t get it back that way, Prince. Not unless…”

“Unless what?” Vegeta howled.

His vision was fading. Everything around him was evaporating leaving behind only darkness.

“Raditz!”

His voice seemed to echo now. There was no one there. Where had they…

“Raditz you bastard! Unless what?!”

~oo0oo~

“Father!... C’mon Dad! Wake up!”

“Huh…wha…”

The prince had finally come to. Trunks had been worried sick. He’d been watching his father for the past few months, today even, out of the corner of his eye. Vegeta had been working himself to death. It had been even worse then that last time the two of them had been in the time chamber together. The ki had been pouring off of the man in waves. Trunks was fairly sure that his father had been close to a new level. But there seemed to be something holding him back. The boy watched with wide eyes as he tittered on the edge of it only to have his ki drop down to almost nothing suddenly and have him fall face first to the ground.

“Are you okay dad?

“I’m fine.” The prince answered. “And stop calling me that!” He growled, jerking away.

Trunks face flinched visibly, the prince saw it. He regretted the remark instantly but made no move to correct it. The boy seemed to recover quickly enough and even helped him to his feet. Vegeta didn’t bother to resist.

“Get back to your training boy,” He said finally, trying in vain to sound imposing. “You’re wasting valuable time!”

And with that said Vegeta stomped off further into the misty atmosphere of the open space beyond the main room of the time chamber.

~oo0oo~

The ground was covered in huge pock marks formed by errant ki blasts. Shrapnel and what was left of the tanks and aircrafts littered the ground. There were…bodies…everywhere. This was nothing like he’d ever seen before. Usually the villains he faced had always made it a point of ki blasting (or in this villain’s case, absorbing) their victims into non existence. But this was…gruesome.

So many bodies all mangled horribly. The ones that had not burned into barely recognizable clumps were either missing some vital body part or were sporting large holes. How could he have done this to so many people. To have methodically tracked down every one of them until not a ki signal remained.

Goku sighed and swallow the bile that had risen in his throat. He had thought that maybe there was a chance for the android. But after seeing this… The atrocity that that thing was actually capable of…

“They attacked me first.” A familiar voice sounded from behind him.

The Super Saiyan hero turned around to face the creature…the monster responsible for this.

“It was self defense.”

“Cell…” The Saiyan shuddered with barely contained rage.

Goku had not the words to respond to that. How had this…this massacre been self defense?!

“Our little bargain is still intact, no?” Cell asked.

“You…you monster.” Goku finally ground out. “These people were only trying to protect their home. You threatened to destroy the planet. This had been their self defense!”

There was a deep sigh in response.

“So wish them back with your precious Dragonballs.” the voice had not been as vicious as the Earth reared Saiyan had been expecting.

The dust was clearing. Now Goku could see the monster more clearly now. His armor was splattered in blood. His head piece was missing. Exposing the thick white hair that the Saiyan had never considered could be underneath. He looked into the creature’s face, which had been left remarkably clean compared to the rest of his body. There were dark circles around Cell’s eyes, even darker than had been there before. Only these did not make him look more menacing, only tired. There was a deadness in those blood red orbs. None of the playfulness the Goku had remembered seeing before. He looked so tired and worn. A ghost of the creature he’d seen only days before.

“Where is he?”

“Wha…” Goku was taken by surprise.

“He was supposed to be here!” Cell forced through gritted teeth.

“Who…” He asked wide eyed.

“Vegeta!” The android yelled finally advancing on the Saiyan. “I’ve tried to find him, but…” His face twisted. Goku had almost thought the android was in some sort of pain. “Where is he?!”

“I don’t…” The bewildered man said retreating backward.

“Goku, tell me where he is.” Cell’s voice dropped a few notches.

“…”

“Please.” He pleaded.

That had done it. Goku was speechless.

(to be continued…)
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