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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 Eight (radiate)

There was a thin layer of fog clouding his normally overactive mind. It was as the world was moving forward at sluggish pace. His heart was beating a bit slower than usual. He could hear his own breathing clearly in his hears. He was enveloped in the sound of nothingness. Even the thought of moving only a little troubled him because the sound of the creaking mattress would shatter the comfortable haze he had going. So he just sat there perfectly content in watching the little prince as he slept.

The tip of the android’s tail curled and uncurled in time with his own heartbeat. Cell didn’t truly know what to make of this feeling. He never really experienced it before. He’d even gone as far as to scan his memories of the Z fighters in hopes of deciphering the name for this strange feeling. He wasn’t particularly excited. Or agitated. He was almost completely numb really; well if it was for the pleasant tingling of cooling blood and healing skin on his wounded shoulder. Cell felt like nothing in the world could bother him. (It wasn’t like there was much that actually could, but you get my meaning right?)

He was numb…and calm…and content. The bio android let a smirk tug at the corner of his pale lips. This was… nice. It could be so simply described. Why had he been trying to label it anything else? He could do this for a hundred years and never get tired of it.

Though with all the lovely sagging laziness of body and mind aside, there was still something just beyond the fog in his brain. The piercing light of a question was still able to cut through.

~oo0oo~

He cracked his left eye open just enough to confirm his suspicions. Try as he might he couldn’t help the feeling he was being watched. Sure enough, upon finally giving in and taking a look he was greeted with the sight of the android sitting just to the side of him. Cell was hunched over slightly, slouching lazily, his pristinely white tail flicking listlessly beside him.

Faint moon light illuminated the room causing the man’s pale skin to take on an ethereal radiance. In this light the creature seemed nothing of the sort to have ruthlessly taken the lives of so many. In this moment Cell seemed almost angelic in nature.

Vegeta sat up on his elbows and took in the curious sight. But it was those eyes that broke the spell. Those same gleaming magenta pools that looked upon him so questioningly, were the eyes of a demon. A demon, as fate would have it, that now happened to belong to him.

“I don’t think I can kill you now.”

“…”

The Prince had been surprised by Cell’s sudden admission; rendered completely speechless by it actually.

“What did you do to me? I asked you before but you didn’t answer. You just disappeared for a whole day leaving me to wonder.”

Vegeta didn’t answer straight away. He simply watched as Cell began to fidget briefly. Ebon tipped fingers instinctively going for the newly reopened wound on his shoulder.

“What does this mean?” The android asked.

The Prince had figured he’d have to explain himself sooner or later. The revelation that the android didn’t think he could kill him now was an added relief, though he’d still been dreading this moment.

Cell continued to look at him expectantly. Leading Vegeta to but a moment later, let the words slip from him mouth.

“It means that you belong to me. It signifies the claim I have on you now.”

The creature’s eyes narrowed, a slight frown marring the handsome face as he let the words sink in.

“Then yours would mean the same, yes?” He spoke softly. His voice a lot calmer than the prince had been expecting.

“It means that you belong to me as well.”

The Saiyan prince sighed heavily.

A devilish grin sprung upon Cell’s face making his scarlet eyes shine inhumanly. This was not an easy thing for Vegeta to swallow; belonging to anyone let alone this bothersome creature. But those large eyes were fixed on him blinking only when absolutely necessary. And as a result, he found himself uttering damning words once again.

“Yes. I suppose you would be correct in that assumption.” He finally replied.

He propped himself up against the head of the bed (or what remained of it) a wince slipping through his stone faced façade. The smirk on the android’s face did not go unnoticed.

“Smug are we?” The prince grimaced.

“Shouldn’t I be?” Cell smiled. “You seemed to enjoy yourself the last time we did this. I thought it was proper etiquette.”

“You shouldn’t get used to it. The next time I won’t be the one playing the bitch.”

An overly amused smile encompassed the cyborg’s face causing Vegeta to frown in response. Before the prince could say a word he found himself pinned underneath a grinning Cell. The creature’s peculiar eyes locked on his.

“I thought the more powerful of the pair was the dominant one?” Cell said leaning in so closely that his pointed nose was touching the other man’s.

Vegeta growled low in his throat.

“I am your prince. I will not play the woman to some bastard Saiyan crossbreed!”

Cell’s eyes darkened suddenly as his grip on the Saiyan’s wrists tightened, his grin turning devious.

“That’s right. You are my prince. Which means you will be whatever I want you to be.”

Vegeta’s stomach twisted in rage.

“How dare he?!”

Cell remained oblivious to the prince’s protests however as he nuzzled the side of the Saiyan royal’s face inhaling the unique odor that the mixture of their scents had created. The smell was surprisingly pleasing, warming a previously ignored organ in the android’s chest.

“I do not care to be dominant or submissive in this little game of ours Vegeta.” Cell purred. “I only wish to continue it. If that is alright with you?”

“Trust you to be fooled by your ridiculous hormones, android.” Vegeta replied snidely.

Despite his outward appearance, Cell’s admission had completely blindsided the prince. He had not expected the android to be so candid. But it was extremely comforting not to mention awfully soothing to his damaged ego. To actually be wanted unconditionally, though his admirer happened to be a power crazed killer android bent on destroying the Earth, it was still encouraging. Though, this new development left a very large question lingering.

“But what of your plans android?” Vegeta asked hesitantly.

The spell was suddenly broken. Confusion briefly fluttered over Cell’s face but was quickly replaced by a frown. The bio android eased up the hold he had on him noticeably. Those crimson orbs had dropped from the Saiyan’s own but Vegeta did not need to see them to know what was going on in the creature’s head. The sound of the agitated lashing of Cell’s tail was enough of an indication. The android was at war with himself.

It would seem that the creature had conveniently forgotten his purpose. To even imagine something else for himself blatantly went against the programming that was ingrained in each and every cell of his being. So Cell did the only thing that he could… he avoided the inevitable. There was no point in worrying about something that even he in all his perfect glory could not change.

“It has become apparent to me that I do miss you when you are gone.” Cell suddenly said. “And I would miss this if I for some reason I was ever forced to kill you. You have nothing to fear from me. I was created to destroy Son Goku. When that directive is fulfilled I am free to do as I please.”

“Hn.” Vegeta grunted. “So, what is it that you are saying, android?”

The sneer on the prince’s face suddenly morphed into a cocky smirk.

“You don’t actually think you love me do you?” Vegeta spit the offending word out with undeniable distain.

Cell’s facial expression didn’t change at all. Vegeta was vaguely disappointed until the noticed that the android was gritting his teeth.

“No… I don’t.” Cell finally said. “I… I am not susceptible to such trivial emotions.”

“Really?” The raven-haired man said as leaned back comfortably into the pillows behind him. “Good. I would hate to have to use such nonsense against you. It would be terribly un-sportsmanlike of me.”

Cell didn’t even bother to reply he only pulled the small prince closer. Leaving to Vegeta lay uncomfortably in the android’s embrace. It would seem that Cell had no intention of answering him. If the steady puffs of warm breath on the crook of his neck were any indication.

He could not help the thread of fear that ran through him at being locked in such a vulnerable position. Could he really allow the android to have such familiarity with him? Could he really allow himself this? It wasn’t like he really cared for this creature. It was just sex. Sure it was great sex. Primal and lustful. Saiyan in all it’s sweaty glory. Oh how he’d missed it. But in the end it was just sex. He had not the slightly bit of feeling for this… android.

He had convinced him self of this but found that he was curious as to what the android was thinking. Though he could not let Cell know it. He could not let the other man even suspect that he feared for the continued existence of the planet that he now called home. And he would not dare admit that he was even minutely worried about the lives of the people that he associated with on a semi regular basis… not to mention the family that had seemed to fall out of no where.

He watched the android’s face relax as he dozed.

“I thought you didn’t sleep, android.” The prince asked lamely.

“I can if I wish.” Cell answered lazily pulling the Saiyan deeper into the embrace.

“I wouldn’t advise it. I might remember who you are and what you plan to do. I just might kill you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.” The android murmured.

“And why wouldn’t I?”

Cell sighed, causing the prince to remain silent for a few moments.

“If you said was the truth, then that whole thing about hunting down all the humans and killing them was all your own idea?”

Cell chuckled. Vegeta was so close to the other man now that he could feel the vibrations the act had caused rattling in the android’s chest. He cut his eyes in the Cell’s direction and sneer playing over his sharp features. The Saiyan couldn’t blame Cell though. It was true that he didn’t particularly care much for humans either. But his family was now included in the lot thus the comment had bothered Vegeta much more than he would have liked.

“Yes.” Cell finally answered. “But I only said it to get the strongest fighters to enter my tournament.”

“Though, I probably would have killed each and every one of them if need be. I don’t see much point to it now. It would be like shooting fish in a barrel. I am much too powerful now for it to be a challenge.”

That last remark had set the prince’s blood boiling. Thoughts of all the training he’d done in vain to defeat this creature. Only to allow him to reach his perfect form and effectively sealing the Earth’s doom.

Even after that utter failure he had agreed to participate in those stupid little games of Cell’s. All in hopes of finding the creature’s weakness so that he could be the one to destroy him and regain his stupid pride. Only to fail so completely once again. Though the spectacularness of this failure made all others pale in comparison.

It was pointless now to dwell on such things though. Besides, in a way he had already achieved the goal he’d set out for. He’d conquered the big bad monster in a way that no one could have imaged. Although, it hadn’t evolved his pride being restored and having Kakarot bow at his feet in awe of his strength. What was even more disconcerting was that Vegeta didn’t even find that as appealing as he once had. Had he truly lost all interest in what had previously been the driving force of his life? What had this blasted android done to him?

He signed softly. He’d gotten himself into this mess and had yet to figure his way out. He’d only managed to balance the bond he and the android now shared. He could virtually feel his ki balancing out and returning to normal as well. This was true but what did it really matter. He was no match for Cell now. He’d been forced to sit back in the shadows, denied his glory yet again.

These idiotic games Cell had planned were now becoming an even bigger pain in the ass then they had been before. Not that he cared really, but someone was definitely going to die in the end and for reasons beyond Vegeta’s comprehension he wasn’t particularly at ease with the idea.

(to be continued…)
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