There is More to It
A DBZ Cell Fanfiction
Written by Sagexas
Warning: This fanfiction contains adult themes, sex, violence and bad language. If you are easily offended or if you are under age, don't read this. It's bad for your health. :D
Prologue
The Future
Night was falling quickly, exaggerating the dark shadows that smothered the derelict city. The night was overcast, the clouds hiding all vistages of the stars and bringing with them a chilly winter's breeze. The sound of the wind through the smashed windows and empty streets was more like a screaming howl of anguish, as if the city was in mourning for the loss of it's once immense grandeur.
As night truly set in, it brought with it a heavy sleet like rain that stung the skin and burned the eyes. The very few things that remained living in the city emerged and began to prowl. Rats that now had the run of the city, the few cats and dogs that were now nothing more than savage feral strays, and of course, the occasional conscience deprived human being who scavenged for things from the city to sell or to use. These scum were often heartless, and would turn on any other human being that crossed their path.
Times were hard for the population of Earth, and hard times made people harder still. Only the strong and the lucky survived. So much had befallen the planet in the 23 years since 'they' had first appeared. It only took a few months for the world to be turned upside down as they ravaged the planet, destroying city after city, town after town. People learned to flee from populated areas, learned to survive in the worst conditions.
Some people called the horrid pair, the Armageddon twins. Others called them devils or monsters. Whatever they were, they were evil to their cores. They had simply waltzed into a city, lifted their hands and blown it up. As simple as pie. Thousands upon thousands had lost their lives in the first few days, but as time went on without any hope to stop the pair, the death toll escalated to millions, and eventually, as the planet's population fell under the reign of tyranny, to the billions.
Only something had happened. One day, only a few months ago, the twins suddenly disappeared. There was no explanation, no rational reasoning. They just simply weren't there anymore. The world was still caught in the grips of fear, didn't dare to hope just yet. The survivors wouldn't emerge from their holes and their underground 'cities' just yet. They wouldn't dare to start rebuilding their lives until it was really safe...
He had been born shortly after the android twins had been destroyed by Trunks. He had taken his first breaths in a barren, frozen waste land near to a desolate husk of a city. He had learned to take his first steps, under the watchful eye of the computer that had created him. He had learned what his purpose in life was from the computer, learned of his creator, learned of his prey. Then he had left to experience first hand everything he had learned. But as he stepped into the freezing chilly night air, as the snow piled around his feet, as he tasted the air, the cold crisp feelings in his throat and lungs, he realized, there was so much he couldn't learn on a computer screen.
He had left the frozen waste lands, creeping into the forest. He had hunted for his first kill, an adult deer, a buck. He had felt utter intoxicating pleasure as he had leaped at the beast, his tail's needle like tip impaling the buck through the chest, draining it in seconds of it's bio-essence, it's life's energy. It had only lasted a moment, but the feeling was there, imprinted on his mind, his first hunt. He had taken a few minutes then to savor the feelings, to feel the adrenalin and the endorphins in his system.
Then he hunted again.
He found his first humans a few hours later just before dawn. A small group of 4 sleeping under a pile of dirty blankets and rags around the last smoldering remains of a fire in the forest clearing. He had watched them, taking in all the details of the humans who he knew would make up the majority of his power. He moved, stabbing the first victim, a middle aged man through the neck, silencing his screams before it had began. The man had thrashed wildly for a second, fighting him as he had sucked the energy out of the man. He felt it then, truly felt it. The power of that man's entire being absorbed into his own energy. He closed his eyes for the briefest second, and yet, relived the man's entire past life in that heart beat, his first memories, his childhood, his first kiss, his wife, his house, his children, the androids attack, the loss of everything...
He had savored the rush, the euphoria that kill gave him. Then he had turned on his next victim, a young woman. He studied her as she slept, noting the subtle differences between a woman and a man. He knew the logic, he knew the theory, but he had never seen a woman before. He could hear his creators voice in his mind, warning him against the foolishness of women, warning him not to let them distract him from his task at mind. He grinned to himself, then stabbed the woman in the chest. Her sudden piercing scream quickly turned to a gargle as she too was absorbed into his being. The other two victims were on their feet, turning on him with their crude projectile based weapons. He closed his eyes as the bullets bounced harmlessly off his armor and leathery skin. When they stopped, he simply stepped forward, his speed making their fastest reactions look sluggish and sloppy. He grabbed one around the throat, felt the pulse through his hands, plunged his tail into his victims side, felt the pulse race frantic, then slow, and stop in his hand as the victim disappeared, leaving nothing but a crumpled pile of clothes on the clearing floor.
He had absorbed the next victim with relish. Finally, as dawn broke over the eerily silent forest, he turned towards the chipped, collapsing ruins of the city. He had slunk through the remnants of the suburbia, using his unique sensory perception to 'feel' the life energy of any humans remaining. As he moved, he let his mind sift through the memories of the four people and one deer that now fueled his bodies power. He absorbed their memories like story books, interesting to read, but then to shelve them somewhere to gather dust when he was done. He enjoyed the hunt immensely, flushing out the remaining humans, mostly scavengers or blank staring shells of people who had survived merely by luck. He absorbed them all, growing stronger, faster, more aware of the human condition as he went. His curious mind running through the new memories, but never truly exploring them, never truly experiencing them.
A month passed. He had moved from city to city, slowly gathering strength from what few people who remained. It was a dark chilly night, in another huge city, empty, devoid of life. The wind was howling. He was hunting a young man who had been foolish enough to come into the city looking for salvageable items. He had scared the man, finding that same feeling of euphoria as the man had fled. He loved the hunt. It was incredible, chasing the man, always letting him get away, only to appear suddenly in his way. The man tried to take salvage in the ravaged lobby of a smashed up, derelict apartment building.
He had found him effortlessly behind the counter. Had delayed the actual death strike long enough to permanently imprint the man's look of utter terror and defeat in his memory. Then he absorbed him. As he stood, eyes closed, reliving the man's memories, he couldn't help feeling curious about the physical bonds between the human sexes. He relived a particularly enticing memory, tried to glean the details from the man's memory, to experience it in his mind. He felt his bodies chemicals reacting to the sights, the smells in his mind, found his body heating up, his mind becoming less able to rationalize, so he finally shelved it in the back of his mind, to be forgotten.
He focused his mind, found it incredibly easy to search broader distances for life energy as he got stronger. A few miles away, in the heart of the city he could sense a single life force. It was the only one he could detect, so he headed towards it.
The night got colder, the wind howled through the empty streets, rain cascading down on the Grey broken buildings, the smashed wrecked and rusted cars, the empty clothes that littered the ground...
He stood at the base of a hotel. He looked up, ignoring the cold rain, staring at the slightly leaning building. He noted the huge chunks of bricks and cement that had fallen away, revealing the steel skeleton of the building. He grinned to himself. He could almost see the human who's life the energy belonged to standing on one of the higher floors of the apartment. He was becoming adept at telling a bit about the person from the look of their life energy. He could tell the person was a woman in the prime of her life. Her energy was far too tempting. She was on the 11th story. He opened his wings, tapping the now, immense store of energy in his core, forcing it to flow down his legs, through his feet, forcing him away from the ground, into the air. He used his wings to steady himself as he used his energy to propel himself through the air.
He landed on the slightly lopsided balcony of the 11th story without making a sound. His tail twitched behind him as he leaned forward, ducking under the broken, unhinged glass door and into a hotel room. There was a double bed, the original sheeting stripped, leaving just a threadbare mattress. There was a patched sleeping bag laying on the floor, a small round pillow for the head. A tiny oil based lantern was flickering on a broken set of drawers providing lighting and a little warmth, a thermostat and a backpack sitting neatly on the floor.
The woman was a survivor, not a scavenger. He smirked. What did he care? He turned to the partially opened door, another lantern casting an eerie golden glow over a white tub. He could see steam rising from the tub, saw a sudden flash of cream colored skin as the woman moved a leg in the tub. He felt his insides suddenly churn. He forced his mind to still, to focus. He moved closer to the door, careful not to make a sound, not to disturb anything. He angled himself better to see through the ajar door, saw the woman's back, long auburn colored hair, hanging over the edge of the tub. His eyes widened, his hormones suddenly roaring as she moved again, standing up, revealing his first ever 'real' sight of the naked rear of a woman. She moved, stepping over the tub, out of his sight.
He had to mentally slap himself, as he realized he was loosing his grip. He reminded himself that he was about to kill this woman, that perving on her as she bathed was low, and foolish. He forced himself away from the door, leaned against the wall, berating himself, trying to reign his mind back under his control. He could almost see the chemicals being pumped into his blood stream from the glands in the base of his brain, his primal urges. His mind subconsciously threw memories from his victims at him, the images of random unnamed women naked, vulnerable, and far too enticing, before he could gain a semblance of control again.
The door opened suddenly, and he froze in the shadows behind the door. The woman strolled out of the bathroom, utterly naked, her long hair sweeping across her back as she headed to her backpack. She bent down, unaware of the show she was giving him, as she rifled through the backpack, finally removing a frayed towel. She began to dry herself off, still unaware that she was not alone. She was humming to herself, a sad ditty. He couldn't bring himself to move, couldn't stop staring at her cream colored skin that glowed golden in the lantern's lights. She was mostly dry, when she finally turned back to the bathroom, then saw him.
Their eyes locked. His the cat like magenta slits, her's the brightest green he had ever known. He saw fear in her eyes, but she didn't move, simply stared at him. He tried to move, to stand up, to gloat, to entice fear, but he found his will suddenly abandoning him, and he could do nothing except meet her stare, trying so hard to ignore the fact she was utterly naked, her body gleaming.
"Hello." She suddenly broke the silence that had fallen them.
"Hello." His reply was automated, but it was the first word he had ever truly spoken, found his voice harsh even to his own ears.
"Are you... Going to kill me?" She asked, almost conversationally. She could have been asking him about the weather. He found himself suddenly unable to think rationally, let alone formulate an accurate answer. His tongue refusing to obey his orders, his legs still not working, his tail, forgotten on the floor besides him, his hands flat against the wall, he realized he must have looked a childish fool.
If she thought him a fool, she didn't portray it in her features. She moved slowly, heading towards him, cautious not to make any sudden movement. He became suddenly aware of her proximity, of her scent, the fresh smell of her body so enticing, causing a whole new wave of hormones and endorphins to rush his nervous system, making it even harder to think straight. She stared into his eyes. He noted the lines at the edges of her mouth, at the corners of her eyes. He knew she must have suffered the last few years, knew she had probably been barely a teenager when the androids had first arrived.
He saw concern mingled with curiosity in her eyes, saw the shadow of sadness, but she hid it with a warm smile. She was smiling at him! He wished so desperately to tear free of whatever it was she was doing to him, to turn and flee, but instead, found himself entranced, captivated... and enjoying the intoxication on his senses. She moved again, slowly, ever closer.
"Are you alone too?" She asked quietly. Her hand reached towards his face. He startled at the sudden shock down his spine as she touched him. He felt her skin, warm from her bath. She smiled at him again from his shock. "I'll take that as a yes." She added.
The wind outside began again, a sudden gust blowing through the broken door, causing her to suddenly shudder, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. He saw her suddenly hug herself, saw the discomfort on her face, and acted. He reached out towards her, pulled her into his body, hugging her back tightly. He tapped his energy store again, let his energy surround him slowly, warming the air around him. She turned suddenly, staring up at him in surprise.
"You... You can do that?" He nodded slowly, still holding her tight, warming her. He watched, fascinated as her face turned from feared awe to a warm smile. She buried her head in his chest. He found himself drawn to her auburn hair, used one hand to touch it. He ran it through his fingers, surprised at the soft feel of it. He lifted it to the tiny slits in his beak, sniffed. He had limited experience with his sense of smell, but found this scent intoxicating, and unusual. He took another deep draught of her smell, let it linger in his nostrils.
She moved again, looking up at him again. He looked back down at her, letting her hair fall from his hand. The look on her face was unusual. She leaned back, freeing her hands, and reached towards his face. He was prepared for the touch of her skin against his this time. But he wasn't prepared, as she slowly pulled his face down to hers, pressed her soft lips to his leathery beak. He was startled, another electric shock charging down his spine, setting off a whole new set of chemical reactions in his brain. He felt heat flowing through him, felt his cheeks warm as he flushed. He felt suddenly aware of how his blood was pumping through his veins, of how hers was pumping through hers.
He had seen the human acts of courtship through the eyes of his victims. He had seen the pleasure it gave his victims as they engaged in kissings, touching and the act of sex itself. He had never paid it much heed, considered it to be overrated. He admitted to himself, he had been curious, but nothing much more. Until she had kissed him.
She pressed into his body. He was all to aware of her nakedness, his hands touching that delicate creamy warm skin, felt another wave of heat roll down his body, settling in his loins. She lifted one of her hands behind his head, ever so gently running her fingers over the back of his neck. Another electric shock down his spine, his body responding to her touch, felt the skin tingling.
Slowly, she pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. He couldn't tear his gaze from hers, but slowly he licked his lips. He had limited experiences with 'true' taste, but as her taste played on his tongue, he found himself savoring it immensely. She knew too. She gave him another smile, before he acted on his overwhelming desire at the exact point in time, leaning down to her neck, pressed his lips to her skin and licked it. Another wave of the delicious taste of her flesh. She moaned suddenly, relaxing into his embrace and craning her neck, presenting more of a target.
The realization that he could cause the same reactions in her, as she had in him, came as a sudden and enticing shock. He licked her neck again, running his lips down across her clavicle bone. She gave a small shudder in his arms, another small moan. He found himself entranced again, lifting her with incredible ease, giving him more flesh to taste, running his tongue over the flesh of her collar bone, down her chest, and then to the incredibly soft and supple flesh of her breast. He watched as her nipples darkened and hardened at the touch of his tongue, got the sudden whiff of an incredible scent that followed a moment later. Her arms wrapped around his head as he nibbled on the incredibly tender flesh, felt her shudder in his arms, felt her warming under his touch.
His mind whirled with the memories of his victims, saw flashes of what they had done, of the enjoyment that had gained from the taste of their partners. He was curious, he was entranced by this woman. Some tiny part of his brain tried to rationalize, that no harm would come from experiencing the human pleasures for himself. After all, he could just kill this woman afterwards.
He let himself go, found himself carrying this woman to the threadbare mattress, laying her down with the greatest care, found his tongue still savoring the flavor of her breasts. Her hands were wandering over the back of his armored skull, her gentle fingers tickling the flesh around his ears and neck. He lifted his head from his feasting, stared into her eyes. She stared back, smiled. He lowered his head, moved down, ran one of his hands across her belly as he tasted the flesh here, felt the softness of the skin, felt the warmth. He moved lower, found the small mound of flesh with its tuft of fur emitting the enticing smell.
He opened her legs, his eyes examining every minute detail, his nostrils overwhelmed by the delicious smell. He leaned forward, tasted her, found the taste incredibly intoxicating. Another heat wave down his spine. He found the amour that protected his fragile organs constricting, becoming uncomfortable. He ignored it, lavished in the feast before him, savoring each taste.
It was only a few moments, he was unaware truly of what he was doing, felt her hands still on his neck, becoming a little more forceful as he lapped. Her back suddenly arched, she moaned as he lapped at her, he felt her body tremble, and then he noted her bodies new juices flowing between his lips, felt her bodies sudden heat. Her hands pulled at his face, lifting him away from her. He was reluctant, but let her pull him back up her body, using his hands to support his weight. She looked into his eyes, saw a very hungry glint in her eyes, could register the chemicals her body was releasing into the air. She pulled his face down, kissing him again.
Her hands reached around his shoulder, pressing his body on top of hers. He felt his amour constrict further as her fingers wandered down his sides, to his waist, her fingers prying at the amour. He finally stood up, tearing away from her body, starving for more. His body acted as if on it's own, the biological amour hardening as it died on his skin, cracking as his body flexed, shedding it. It fell in pieces around his feet, exposing his olive green skin. He followed her gaze, looked down. He had never seen himself naked, but without his amour, he could see the contours of his muscles along his stomach, saw suddenly, his manhood, erect, hard and as his mind registered the constricted blood vessels, the tense muscles, extremely tender.
She was already moving, sliding off the bed. She pressed herself against him, kissing him again, her hands snaking down his skin. Without his amour, he realized how sensitive his skin was, experienced a whole new wave of pleasure as she ran her fingers across his nipples, down his abs, down his hardened penis. His nervous system was flooded with the sheer pleasure, the ecstasy of her gentle fingers as they massaged his shaft. She let him go suddenly, letting him get a grip on himself, trying to keep some semblance of sanity. He lost it the moment her lips touched him. Her tongue rolled over the tip, the pressure as she sucked was immense. He felt his legs go weak, leaned back against the wall for support, ran his fingers through her hair as she worked.
He felt a pressure building, felt as though he would explode if she didn't stop. She knew, suddenly letting him go, standing up a smug smile on her face. He stared at her, trying to force his body to contain itself. He could feel the strain on his muscles as he pressed against her leg. She backed away slowly, laying herself down on the bed. She sat up on her elbows smiling at him.
He followed her then, found his legs only all too willing to walk towards her. He was inexperienced, new to the whole act, but she must have known. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him, while she wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt himself pushing hard into her thigh. She used one hand, ran it down his side, causing another tingle on his skin, before she gently grabbed his shaft, guiding him inside her.
The sudden constriction and warmth, the sudden wave of ecstasy took him off guard. He broke the kiss staring down at her with nothing short of shock as his body tried to adjust to her. She smiled at him again, letting her fingers dance across his sides. He moved then, felt another flush of intoxicating pleasure, then thrust into her, felt his pressure building again. She responded arching her back, taking him even deeper inside her. He thrust again, felt the wave of pleasure, felt her shudder under him.
He thrust again, and again, his mind whirling, trying to take in the overwhelming pleasure, his body working on it's own, thrusting in time with her body, her legs pulling him in. He felt the pressure inside him building too much too fast, felt the ache . He could smell her in his nostrils, could taste her on his lips and could feel her warmth under him. Her head rolled back, she moaned again as he thrust in to her again and again.
But nothing could prepare him for the incredible mind blowing pleasure that washed over his entire body from the explosion as the pressure built beyond containment. His member shuddered, felt the tension release as he spilled his seed into her. He couldn't move for those few seconds as he tried to catch his breath, tried to clear his mind, the pleasure still flooding his system. Her fingers traced the contours of his face. His nervous system felt raw and vivid, every tiny touch, amplified.
After what felt like an eternity, his mind began to clear, he looked down at the woman under neath him, saw her truly, a human being in the prime of her life. He found he lacked the stomach suddenly to kill her. His rational mind struggled with the physical bond he had just shared, eventually, he forced the whole thing to the back of his mind. He moved, slipping himself out of her, stood up, moved away from the bed. He found himself unable to look at her then. He stared at the crumbled remains of his amour, now shattered, dead, useless to him. He felt the chilled air on his exposed skin.
He flexed his arms, turned his focus inside. The immense store of energy in his core opened at his touch, flowing through his body. He forced it into his skin, letting it build in his pores. He forced it then to concentrate, to solidify. The energy of re-growing his amour around his body was more taxing than that of flying, but nothing like the exertion sex had taken on his still new, inexperienced body and mind.
He flexed his arms, felt the constriction against his skin from his amour and smiled inwardly. He heard her moving on the bed behind him. He turned, watching her silently as she slipped on a shirt and a traveling jacket, followed by a pair of warm pants and shoes. She smiled at him as she sat on the edge of the bed, tying her laces. He found his mind erupt into turmoil at her look, forced him to turn back towards the broken balcony door. He hesitated, his mind all too raw with the vivid memories and feelings of his experience, before he finally stepped through the broken door, forced himself to glance back at her sad form, before he threw himself off the balcony, into the night sky.
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Another month passed. He had become an expert hunter. Humans were few and far between, but he averaged a handful of people every day. He traveled from city to city, hunting, absorbing everyone he met. He was ever alert for any indication, any sign of his beloved androids. There was none. The world was still run down, ruined and only a hollow semblance of it's former glory, but there were signs that the surviving population was beginning to emerge. Small pockets of people were banding together, creating tiny villages in cave networks or forest dwellings. They built more stable, although crude shelters. He had stumbled across a valley full of crops growing in seclusion, a gathering of people living near a flowing river. He had devoured them with relish, although their boldness is such a harsh world only re-enforced the incredible human trait of adaptability and survival.
He was stalking towards a long abandoned rural town, following his ever keen senses that told him there was another tiny gathering of people. The town was tiny. A few scattered farms close to a small grocery store and post office. It was late afternoon, the sun was setting. His keen eyes saw the tiny flickering orange camp fire behind one of the farm houses on the other side of town. He set himself to the prowl, his tail flicking in anticipation as he snuck silently through the sparse underbrush and into the madly over growing field of the closest farm. He made not a sound as he moved, using his senses to keep track of his prey.
The sun had truly set, the darkness providing perfect cover for him as he reached the edge of the final farm. He hid behind the stalks of wild maize, his cat slit eyes absorbing the scene before him. Six human beings, one elderly man, a middle aged man, a young boy and two middle aged women sitting around the raging fire. His eyes traced the bodies arranged before him, felt his senses twinge. He felt two more life forms, one inside the roofless, derelict farm house ruins, one in the fields to his right.
He moved silently away from the camp site, heading towards the lone life he felt in the fields. It had been a month since his first, and only experience with a woman. It had taken him several days to finally 'get over' the whole incident and push it to the back of his mind. He had done well, barely thinking of it. The whole memory came crashing back into his mind, overwhelming him suddenly as he spotted his prey. It was her, the long auburn hair sweeping around her back. She was plucking corn from the giant wild grown stalks, carefully peeling away the husks, placing the cobs in a small wicker basket on her arm. He stayed hidden, watching her as she worked. She looked thinner, paler then he had last seen her, more lines etched into her face. Her eyes were saddened, tired.
She stopped after a while, staring sky ward. She sighed heavily. He found himself able to control his body this time, and he moved forward, standing up to his full height before her. Her face betrayed no fear, no shock. She simply took in his form, looking him up and down, before locking her green eyes to his and smiled warmly.
"You've been keeping well." She said simply. He nodded slowly, a grin on his leathery beak. He couldn't understand why he would suddenly feel... Happy to see the woman again. She sighed sadly again, turned, heading through the field slowly. He followed her, knew she was heading away from the camp site. He knew then, that she probably knew perfectly well what he truly was. A sudden pang of guilt and shame stabbed him in the chest. He forced it from his system. He was what he was. The fact that she still chose to be in his company evoked a whole new range of thoughts in his mind.
She led him to a small clearing full of rocks and boulders. She placed the wicker basket on the ground, sat herself on a large stone. She watched as he followed suit, sitting next to her. His long tail curling around the stone. He leaned forward, his body still primed for the hunt, tense for the chase. She stared back up at the sky.
"They say the Armageddon twins have been destroyed. That the world can finally begin to rebuild it's self." The news that the twins had been destroyed was a hard blow. He knew it was true, had heard rumors of it through the memories of his victims. To hear it from her lips seemed to make the truth even more brutal. He frowned, glaring at the ground, his mind whirling to find a way around the problem.
Her hand touched his shoulder, snapping him out his reverie. He turned to her, saw the sadness in her eyes.
"I was seventeen years old when the Armageddon Twins first attacked. My mum died when I was only little. I never knew her. My dad was the world to me. In the first year of the Armageddon Twins' attack, he was shot four times in the back by a mugger. He never saw the face of his killer. The world used to be such a beautiful place. I remember the theme park in the city. It was the greatest thing ever. I was only about twelve when Dad and I used to ride the roller coaster. He hated it. But he always used to go on it, because I couldn't ever go on it alone. It was great! The city was a great place, full of friendly people. We used to get a hot dog from the corner vendor, and then we'd wander the malls. When they came, the world fell apart. People couldn't even walk outside without fear of someone who was crazed, panicked, from shooting them in the back. I don't think that fear will ever leave us now. Sure, we'll try to rebuild the world. We'll try to rebuild our cities, our farms, our lives. It won't ever be the same though. It will be a long time before we can trust ourselves again. We won't feel safe. I suppose it's a start though." He didn't say anything, watched as she stared at the ground, her eyes stony as she spoke to the dirt.
"I want to help rebuild the world. I don't want to be afraid any more. I don't want to hide in a hole in the ground. I want to be able to walk in the sunshine without glancing over my shoulder. I don't want you to destroy this world." She turned, spoke the last sentence quietly, sincerely, her eyes locking with his. He couldn't bring himself to speak, didn't want to ruin the moment. Silence befell them, silence that stretched as neither chose to move.
Finally, she turned away from him, smiled sadly to herself again.
"I suppose it really doesn't matter in the end does it. What I don't understand, is why you didn't kill me when you had the chance? Why you don't just kill me now. I don't think it's because I slept with you." He still didn't speak. She sighed. "I think it's because I accepted you." He didn't move, didn't speak. She sighed again, stood up, turned to him. She was studying his face, his eyes. She reached out for his face, held it in her hands, then leaned down, kissing his lips again.
She let him explore her body again that night, wholly and truly. He added several new experiences to his ever growing list. He stayed this time. Watched her as she fell asleep in the field. He hated the internal conflict she spurred in him, the vulnerability she enticed. He ensured his amour had regrown, before he turned to the camp site. The humans were all asleep around the last smoldering ashes of the camp fire. He tore himself between devouring these humans or leaving them. He reminded himself, he owed her nothing. He devoured them, killing them swiftly, ensuring none of them made a sound to wake the others. He collected their blankets, returning to the woman, who, he realized, his name he did not even know.
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Weeks turned into months. He hunted humans, devouring them with relish. On occasions, he would return to the woman, found her easily enough. She moved slowly south, avoiding pockets of civilization, knowing that he would simply eat anyone she came into contact with, despite the fact she would never witness him hurt anyone. The time they spent together, he never spoke. He listened, taking in the details as she told him about her life, before the androids and after they attacked. She told him whatever she was thinking about at the time. Some nights, they would enjoy each other physically. Some nights, he would simply keep her company. He learned one night, through memories of a particularly lucky man, the manner of the androids death. He learned of Trunks, son of Bulma and Prince Vegeta, his increased power and strength, how he had destroyed the androids. The city where Bulma lived in the capsule corporation was several miles away. He knew he had to make the journey, to take his vengeance out on Trunks and to absorb his power. Inside, he still had hope that he could reach his completion, become the Ultimate Perfection his Computer 'mother' had told him he would become.
Finally, he decided he would go. It would mean several days away from the woman, but he had left her for days at a time. He had never felt apprehensive before, but as the prospect of fighting Trunks enticed him, he began to anticipate the thrill of the battle, felt the surge of Saiyan blood in his veins. He found her again that night, sifting through a burned village, looking for food. He appeared, a pile of apples in his hands. He had a knack for finding wild fruits and food for her. As always she smiled at him, touched his face in acknowledgment, before seating herself somewhere comfortable and eating them. He couldn't sit still, the impending battle making his mind race. She watched him as he prowled around the village, exploring, fidgeting. Her mind was as sharp as his, and he wasn't surprised when she sighed, burying the cores of her eaten apples in the dirt.
"Your going away again aren't you?" She stared at him, locking her eyes with his. He frowned.
"Yes." It was the second word he had ever spoken in his life, and like the first, it was to this woman. She frowned, staring. After a while she finally nodded.
"I might not see you again." It wasn't a question, just a blunt statement. He didn't reply, watched her as she turned to her inner thoughts. He was used to her doing that, appreciated it was apart of her personality trait. Finally she nodded to him.
"I suppose you should go then." The bluntness of her suggestion caught him off guard. He stared at her, trying to see the real emotions behind her eyes. They were hidden well. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. He frowned slightly, moved towards her, as she stood up, dusting off her patched woolen pants. She faced him as he brought his face close to hers, still trying to read her.
"If you have somewhere better to be, some mission that you have to do, then go and do it. Don't let me stop you." He narrowed his eyes at her. She held his gaze. He frowned. "If it helps, everything that's happened between you and I was fun, but nothing more than that. You don't owe me anything. I don't owe you anything. Our arrangement has simply come to an end." she spoke with only slight amusement in her voice, as if what she said was obvious. He felt a twing in his mind, felt like she had just attacked him. She had given him a thousand new experiences in life. But as he stared her in the eyes, unable to tell if she was just trying to make it easier for him to leave, he couldn't help wonder if she honestly felt the way she was saying she did.
She touched his face with her hand, kissed him gently on the edge of his leathery beak.
"Goodbye." She said slowly, then turned her back on him, folding her arms. He stood there, watching as the slight breeze ruffled her auburn hair. She made no other attempt to communicate with him, and he knew, she had dismissed him. He felt another pang, but pushed it aside. He turned to leave. It occurred to him suddenly, that through all the months he had known this woman, listened to her tell him the story of her life, he still did not know her name. He stopped before he left, turned back to face her. She hadn't moved, her back still resolutely to him.
"I don't know your name." it was his first real sentence, his voice husky and dry. She turned to him as he spoke. She had that same resolutely warm smile on her face.
"I don't think it really matters. But if it makes you feel better, my name is Kyrie Graves." He gave her a curt nod.
"Cell." He said simply, turning his back on her. He paused for a second, half hoping she would say something else, to delay him leaving. She was silent. He fought himself inside, and then he disappeared into the dark night, his mind in turmoil once again.
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