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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

Chapter Six (contemplate)

The purple haired
brat had long since crawled into bed and passed out from exhaustion. Sleep was
lingering in the near future for him as well, though the prince wasn�t quite
ready to give in just yet. He had come out here to think and to get away from
the ever present�presence of his future son. The boy worried too much. That had
to have been one of the boy�s more annoying qualities. He especially worried
over things that it made no since to worry about.

Like him.

The Prince of all
Saiyans didn�t need some half breed breathing down his neck all the time
wanting to spend �quality time� with him. As far as Vegeta was concerned this
was quality time. Anytime spent to make one stronger was time well spent. The
boy was lucky that he�d even let him train in his presence in the first place.

That tiny voice in
the back of his head told him he was being an ass.

He had never liked
that voice. Hardly ever paid it any attention. But he
was tired and didn�t feel much like arguing at this point. Though the voice was
a fucking idiot if it didn�t already know that he knew that he was an ass and
just didn�t give a damn one way or the other. But he relented and admitted to
himself that purpled haired brat wasn�t that bad.

He would have been
handsome if it hadn�t been for that stupid coloring of his. Purple hair. Who
ever heard of a Saiyan prince with purple hair?! That aside, Vegeta had to
admit that the boy�s power level was�decent�for a half breed.

The little voice
chose then to mention that the boy had reached Super Saiyan as a teenager and
here he was quite a few years away from being a teenager and having just
attained the transformation himself. And he was a full blooded Saiyan.

Stupid
voice.

Vegeta growled out
loud. �Forget that damned boy.�

Having a half human
son with abandonment issues was not what was important right now. He had to
figure this out. That�s right, back track. Start from the beginning. That
Kamidamned android. His head dropped down forcing him to stare at his hands.
Frustration swelled in his chest. He had done this. He had done this to
himself. Recently all the irritating little setbacks that had impended him had turned out to actually be his fault. One little slip and now this. This�what the hell was this?
What exactly had he done really?

The only way to
know for sure was to go back to the beginning. That thing�

�He�
has a name.� the voice
added with what could only be called annoyance coloring its tone.

�He�has a name?
It�s a fucking machine. It was made
in some crazed scientist�s laboratory.� Vegeta growled.

�Please,� the voice interrupted his ranting once again. �It wasn�t just some mad scientist�s machine
when you were fucking it was it? And
you know very well that it is a he.
And he�s not a machine. He�s a bio android. His mechanical components are
minimal.�

Fine. He�did
have a name. Cell. There.

Vegeta rolled his
eyes. This was the difficult part. Yes. Let�s remember shall we. When you lowed
your self to such third class behavior. Rutting with a
creature such as that�thi�Cell.

The prince tried to
convince himself that it wasn�t as bad as it sounded. Or the little voice in
the back of his head did anyway. Cell was just as Saiyan as his own son. A half
breed, though mixed with several other races, still half of his genetics were
Saiyan. He even had a tail for Kami�s sake. It wasn�t wrong for him to have
wanted him. To have given in to the primal desire that all Saiyan males
experienced countless time during their lives. He was a prince not a god. And
even a god had to admit that that android had one fine ass.

He rolled his eyes
again. Just when inner Vegeta had started to make sense an idiot thought like
that slipped through.

It had been just a
moment of weakness. A stupid mistake. He�d been there done that. The woman for
instance. Well, maybe she wasn�t a mistake of this caliber of stupidity. Bulma
had her uses. She was worthy� on some level. He was intelligent in certain
areas.

�She had one fine ass too.�

�What�s
with you and your infatuation with asses?!� He screamed aloud.

A louder snort then
the prince had previously been suffering through erupted from just behind him
and Trunks jolted awake.

�Father?� The boy said sleepily. �What did you
say�something about�asses?�

Damned boy was
pretty alert even when he�s supposed to be sleeping.

�Nothing boy, go
back to sleep!�

Vegeta stood up
trying his best to fight sleep. It had been almost three days. He would figure
this out tonight even if it meant no rest again. He walked out into the misty
perimeter of the chamber, staring out into the nothingness ahead. Yes. Now back
to the matter at hand.

Cell�that damned
android. With that tail�and unruly hair�and that wonderful
smell. Most Saiyan males didn�t give off a smell that good. Well, the
ones he�d been around anyway.

�Okay, we�ve
established the fact that the fucking android was attractive, smelled really good
and has a nice�ass.� He muttered. �Now why after all the people I�ve given the
honor of being fucked senseless by me��

�The Almighty Prince of Saiyans.� The voice mocked.

Vegeta even had to
smirk at that one.

�Yes, well, why out
of those chose few did it have to be that baka android. It couldn�t have just
been the smell. There has to be something else!�

�Something that
that idiot Raditz could have been just about to tell me before he chose then to
fucking disappear into thin air.�

He�d tried to find
that place again. He�d tried everything. Mediation hadn�t worked at all. He was
too unstable to relax. He tried working himself until he passed out again but
then nothing. What had pissed him off even more however was that during those
little sessions he could feel his power swelling just at the surface of
something�something blocking its path. There had always been limits. Limits
that he eventually found his way around, but this�this was something different.
This was something just recently created. Raditz�s words had started to make
sense. His power was suffering because of this�

Bond. There he
thought it. He wasn�t going to say it out loud, but he thought it. It was the
first time that he�d even admitted it. But there was no denying it now. He guessed
that he�d always known. From the moment he�d committed the act. Why else would
he had turned tail and ran the way he had. The vision had just solidified his
fears.

�Well you�ve done it now, baka.� He said sourly. �Now what
are you going to do to fix this?� His father, the King had marked one of the
servant girls during one of his moments of weakness apparently. His stupidity
had not only lead to the death of his queen but the
severe crippling of his own power level. Eventually,
resulting in the Saiyan race�s subjugation to Frieza. And their young
prince, him, begin given to Frieza as a �gesture of good faith�.

It was mind boggling that he�d been created by
such a worthless coward.
His father might as well have stabbed himself
with that sword right after the girl. His father became weak and foolish.
Vegeta refused to let such a thing happen to him.
�It makes you weak�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.�
Raditz�s words played back in his head. They
sent a frosty chill up the prince�s spine.
��He thought that killing her would return it, but he was wrong��
There went Plan A. He couldn�t kill that
android. Not that he had the power to do so now anyway. Cell had already
achieved a power greater than his own. Thanks to him by the way. Another genius strategic move. Damn he was really slipping
lately.
But now with his power being crippled by this
infernal bond, Vegeta didn�t stand a chance in hell against the android. If
could just get back that way he was he could a least hope to be of some use at
the games.
So if destroying Cell wouldn�t set things back
that way they were, what would?
�Well you�ve got a year to figure it out then
don�t you�baka!� He muttered.

~oo0oo~
Goku�s aqua hued orbs were impossibly wide. He was dumbfounded. Pure
and simple. And if it hadn�t been for the change of the wind he would have
probably never snapped out of it. The sudden adjustment had reintroduced the
Saiyan�s sensitive nose to the putrid smells of the battle ground. The blood,
the smell of oil and burning things, like flesh and metal.
This creature in front of him. The one that had just so pathetically
begged him to tell him where Vegeta was had done this. What the hell was going
on? Why was Cell so concerned about Vegeta?
�Did you really not hear what I asked you or are you just stupid?�
Cell�s venom filled voice cut through Goku�s thoughts abruptly. But he wasn�t
fazed by the words. He�d been called stupid before. As it turned out, most of
the time his accused turned out to be just as dumb as they though him to be.
But for some reason he didn�t think that was the cause with Cell.
Murderous tendencies not with standing, the android didn�t seem to be dumb in
the least. In fact, Goku had found himself marveling at just how crafty the
android really was. It may not have seemed like it to everyone else but
tricking Vegeta into letting him become perfect was quite a feat.
However, from what the Saiyan could tell, such a rude comment didn�t
seem to be in Cell�s nature.
�Goku!�
Cell�s voice was boarding on downright fury. The Super Saiyan had a
random moment to wonder just how good Vegeta was at�sparing. The blush that had
blazed its way across Goku�s face was apparently quite noticeable because the
look on Cell�s face was priceless. Goku had feared that the temperamental
android just might cut out the middle man and blow the Earth to smithereens.
The rage quickly burned its way through the android and his shoulders slumped
miserably.
�Look, Goku.� He started tiredly. �These people��
�Can and will be wished back Cell. Once we destroy you.�
The look on the android�s face didn�t change much; he only closed his
eyes and nodded slightly.
�Fine. Sure. Anyway, where is Vegeta?�
The Earth reared Saiyan couldn�t help but notice that Cell seemed to be
a little preoccupied with digging a hole in his shoulder. He didn�t even seem
to notice he was doing it. But it was bleeding�a lot. Didn�t it hurt?
�He�s training.� Goku answered finally tearing his eyes away.
�Training?!�
Ouh�there goes the fury again. This guy had more mood swings than
ChiChi.
�He�s fucking training?!�
�Umm�yeah.�
Goku was suddenly just the littlest bit afraid.
�That lying little shit!�
�Umm�Cell�I know that this is probably really none of my business but��
The look the bio android gave him almost stopped Goku in his tracks.
Almost anyway.
�What is going on with you and Vegeta? You haven�t done anything�
unsportsmanlike to him, have you?�
�You were right; it is none of your business. Now leave.�
Oh�kay.
�There are still seven days until we meet in battle and I would at
least like to keep some of the respect I have for you.�
�Fine.� Goku relented. �But don�t kill anymore people. Self defense or
not. They don�t stand a chance against you and you know it. It�s just not
fair.�
�Very well.�
�And if Vegeta does come back here. Don�t you hurt him. He�s covered in
our deal now too.�
Cell merely frowned in reply.
But as Goku walked away, disappearing in the dusty distance, it hit
him. Cell didn�t think he could hurt the little prince now if he tried.

~oo0oo~
�You wouldn�t believe what a nice hot shower can do for one�s
mood.�
It would seem that
truer words had never been spoken by that damned android. Vegeta leaned back
into the bed. He was fresh from a year�s worth of training in the room of
Spirit and Time. Every muscle in his body had ached. The hot shower had helped
immensely, though he was still a bit sore, he was absolute jelly in the warm
sheets of his bed.
Even with all that
training his power increase was barely noticeable. That had been infuriating.
He was sure the brat had noticed. He�d been tempted to seek out the android as
soon as he emerged from the time chamber. But what would he do when he got
there?
It wasn�t like he
could wrestle Cell to the ground again like he had the first time. He wouldn�t
stand a chance. There was no way that Cell would fall for the old grab the tail
bit again. Besides, he if he did fall for it, Vegeta had no idea where to go
from there.
�You could just fuck him again. That was fun. He�d probably
let you.�
A year in the
chamber with no one but his son for company and Vegeta was finding it hard to
disagree with inner Vegeta�s logic.
He found that he
was helpless against the flood of memories of he and
the android�s past �training� sessions. His hand had even began wonder down�
A deep accented
voice quickly interrupted his plans however.
�You do know that
your ass is a day late for its beating�right?�
Speak of the
devil.
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