Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my second Cell story, but it's the first to have more than one chapter (the other was a OneShot). I've been wanting to write a Cell story for years, but never had the time, and sometimes the inspiration, to do so. However, because of all the reading I've been doing lately of other author's Cell stories, it has "reignited" my spark which led me to bring you this! :)

I want to make sure I point out that in this first chapter, Cell might appear a bit OOC, but I promise you I will try my best not to deviate from his badass character persona as much as I can. I want this story to be realistic, as how Cell would really act if he was faced with situations like the ones I'll put him through. ;)

I also want to add, for those of you who have read any of my other incomplete stories, I am NOT abandoning them! Not by a long shot nor any means! I just happened to have most of this chapter already written when I decided to post this story, so I just wanted to go ahead and put it out. I have a little bit of work to do with my other stories (re-reading, editing, character detailing, and such) before I can add another chapter, but I'll try hard not to take too long before I add chappies to them.

Well, without further adieu, I hope you all enjoy and, if you happen to have a few spare minutes, please feel free to leave a review! I look forward to reading them!

Many hugs and love,

~SinTotchi

P.S.: Just in case anyone has a hard time deciphering it, Sayah is pronounced "Sah-yah." ;)

A Need Unknown

A smug Cell flew over the landscape, not paying attention to what passed beneath him as his mind settled on thoughts of the upcoming tournament. He had just announced the news over the human's television broadcast station, and he smirked, thinking about the inevitable end that he would bring to this planet. As he continued forward towards where he'd decided to put his arena, he suddenly froze in mid-air, as if he'd been paralyzed.
"What? What is this?" He thought, slowly moving to look all around him, trying to understand what could've possibly stopped him from moving when there was nobody on this wretched planet with the power to do so. As if on cue, he looked below him, seeing a large capsule house well-hidden and nestled in between the cover of trees; if he'd been of lesser ability, he probably would've missed it completely. He didn't know why, but something drew him to it, and he slowly descended from the air, being careful not to run into any of the tall trees.
Once on ground, he moved slowly from one end of the house to the other, circling it and trying to figure out why he'd been drawn here. After a few minutes, he walked up to one of the windows, which allowed him a clear view into the home's spacious living room and the adjoining rooms. Inside, he saw a large couch with what seemed to be a human laying on it length-wise; he couldn't tell for sure at first glance since most of the back of the couch faced the window, but he was able to see what appeared to be human hair curled into a circular shape peering up one side of the couch, and the tip of what seemed to be a soft, purple slipper peeking out the top of the other side.
Curious, he peeled his gaze away from the window, slowly walking to the front door. "What the hell am I doing here? There's nothing special about this place…" He thought, a small frown forming on his lips as he looked around him one more time. Trees, and lots of them. Whoever lived here definitely enjoyed their solitude and space. He smirked, "If I had the misfortune of being born a human, I suppose I'd pick a place much like this myself to live in." He curled his hand into a fist and raised his arm to knock on the door, hesitating to take a quick moment to think about his movements. "Why am I bothering to knock? It didn't matter when I was in those towns destroying countless lives and buildings. Yet something compels me to be…careful?" He furrowed his brow, getting irked at not knowing the reason behind his seemingly involuntaryactions. He gritted his teeth, knocking on the door but being careful not to use too much force.
His spectacular sense of hearing allowed him to pick up everything that happened within. He heard the sound of a book closing, followed by a soft, female voice whispering, "That's weird…since when do I get visitors way out here?" which was immediately followed by quiet footsteps walking towards the door. As he listened to the footsteps get closer and closer, he noticed the completely unfamiliar feelings of nervousness and uneasiness begin to rise up in him, but he quickly shoved them aside as he heard whoever was inside unlock the door before opening it, hesitantly.

Sayah opened the door enough to almost peek her head through it, untrusting of whoever, or whatever, was out there. After all, she never got visitors to her home, especially considering how far into the woods she was and how hard it was to even find her house.
"Hello…can I help you?" She asked, looking up at the taller man, or whatever he was, with her deep green eyes. She didn't recognize him from anywhere, but she felt her cheeks get warm and red as she looked at his face. "I've never gotten a handsome visitor before…usually it's just a deer or a cat scratching at the door for food." She thought, the memory bringing a smile to her face.

Cell stared at her, bewildered. Did she not know who he was? And was she…smiling? He felt a wave of anger rush over him and he reached out suddenly and grabbed the door, watching as she simultaneously let go, and with one swift move he jerked back and pulled the door off its hinges, tossing it aside. He watched her smile disappear and be replaced with a look of both confusion and fear. "That's more like it."

Sayah watched, both surprised and horrified at what had just happened. Who the hell was this guy?! As he stepped foot into her house, she began to back away from him, stepping back for every step he took forward. It didn't take long for her to back herself into a wall, at which point she drew her bottom lip in between her teeth and began to bite it, her usual response whenever she was nervous. She looked up at him, her gaze settling on his own and pressing her back gently against the wall, the cold causing her to gasp quickly and arch her back forward, toward Cell's body. Her eyes widened when she did so, now noticing how close they really were to one another and almost freezing in place, afraid to make the wrong, much less any, move.

Cell's smirk never faltered, watching her every move. His eyes ran slowly down her body, tracing the outline and letting out a dry chuckle when she reached the end of the road and he closed the gap between them. He looked down to meet her gaze, watching her arch her back when she touched the wall and move closer towards him, their bodies mere millimeters from touching. Even though she was smaller and in no way powerful, he almost admired the way she refused to move her gaze from his and didn't back down.

Sayah let go of her lip, taking in a sharp breath, her stare unfaltering. "Who…who are you?" She whispered, the fear in her eyes dissipating into curiosity. She wasn't sure whether he was a threat or not – although from the door incident, she could guess yes –, but oddly enough something deep down told her that she could trust him. This conflicted with what she'd just witnessed, her mind telling her that she needed to get ready to fight or flight.

Cell stared at her in disbelief. She really didn't know who he was? His memory flashed back to when he was looking into the window, and he suddenly remembered that there hadn't been a television in sight in that entire room or the adjoining ones. He smiled, noticing that the shelves were full of books and manuals, and the entire house looked more like it belonged to a scientist or engineer rather than a young woman. He moved his gaze back to lock with hers, and parted his lips to speak. "I…am Cell."

The way he said his name gave Sayah goosebumps; she felt as if her breath had been taken away from her and she repeated his name in her head, the four letters echoing and resonating within all corners of her mind. Her eyes never moved from staring into his own, and she began to admire their pink color as she simultaneously, almost absent-mindedly, relaxed and said his name out loud. "…Cell…" She whispered, noticing as his eyes moved briefly to her lips as she said his name, then back to lock with her green ones.

Cell felt a strange wave of pride and satisfaction run up his back to his brain as he memorized both the way her lips moved when saying his name, and her voice as she whispered it. He still couldn't understand what he was doing here, much less why he hadn't killed her yet. This unknown angered him greatly, and he wondered if killing her would answer all of these questions. He considered this the best course of action and he took a step back from her, curling his right hand up into a fist. "One punch should be more than enough to pulverize a human female," He thought, raising his arm to strike and, just as he was about to land the blow, his body froze, in the same manner as it had earlier when he was flying above her home.
Trying to figure out what was happening, he wondered if she was doing something, or had some powers he was unaware of. Still frozen, he ran his eyes down her body again, trying to scan for something, anything that could provide an answer. In doing so, his eyes moved from her face down to her neck, continuing on to notice the way her breasts were outlined in the form-fitting shirt, on to the curvatures of her waist and hips, noticing that her curve-hugging shorts stopped mid-thigh and were followed by the long length of her legs. As if on cue, a sudden, seemingly primal instinct arose in him, and an image of the two of them quickly flashed in his mind: he again had her backed up against a wall, but this time her body was higher up against it – was she taller? No, her legs weren't touching the ground, they were…wrapped around his waist. Another image immediately followed, of the same situation but this time of her face – it was flushed, cheeks pink and he could see her eyelids partly closed, looking down at him with those deep green eyes as her lips, cherry-red and plump, parted, mouthing his name just as they had a few seconds earlier…or had it been minutes?

Sayah watched him, eyes widening as he curled his hand into a fist and prepared to land the blow, "Oh Kami, this is how I'm going to die?" She shut her eyes tight, taking in a deep, sharp breath and waited…but after five seconds, nothing came. She opened her eyes quickly, half-expecting it to be a dream, but as she set her eyes on Cell, he suddenly seemed to unfreeze from whatever had been holding him back. "Shit, I should've kept my eyes closed…" She thought, eyes widening as she watched him move, almost in slow-motion, and waited for the pain…which never came.
She heard a loud boom and what could only be described as the sound of trees breaking and rocks being pummeled to dust, but she felt no pain. She let go of the breath she'd been holding, blinking twice and feeling as the adrenaline continued to pump in her veins. Her eyes never moved from the being in front of her, whose face was inches from hers and whose eyes were still locked with hers, yet didn't seem to be…here. In the present.
Her breaths came out jagged and rushed, and it wasn't until she noticed the familiar feeling of soft locks of hair resting against her shoulders and touching her back that she realized the sheer force of his punch on the wall must've snapped her hairband open, causing her hair to cascade down from the messy bun she'd been sporting to the long, wavy locks she now wore. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cell's left hand resting against the wall on her right side. "Great, he has me pinned." She thought, nervously bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth to nibble gently on, "Left hand on the wall…right fist creating a massive crater into the side of my house…now what do I do?" She silently began to panic, trying to figure out how she could get out of the situation she wasn't entirely sure how she'd gotten into in the first place.

Cell tried feverously to get the images of her out of his brain. Had they been memories? Or visions? Could they have been fragments of someone else's life? Perhaps one of the beings that his DNA was made up of? He thought of this as his punch landed not on her, but on the space to her left, where his right fist made a deep crater not only through her house but a few miles deep into the forest, starting as a large circle where he'd hit and getting smaller as it moved miles away.
He couldn't understand why he hadn't killed her, or much less why he was even here. The only thing he knew for certain right now is that she was of some importance to him, and as he analyzed various situations he came to the conclusion that she couldn't be someone else's memory, much less future. No, she had something to do with him, and what it was he had yet to discover, which irked him tremendously. He was supposed to be the greatest fighter in the universe, and as such he couldn't have a weakness, which she most definitely would be. As his thoughts continued to run a hundred miles a minute, he suddenly settled on a realization: what if she wasn't some kind of weakness, but rather, a mere weapon to extend his power? Yes, that was it. That must be the reason why he couldn't seem to kill her. Perhaps this was something Gero had planned for him all along.

Sayah watched him as he seemed lost in his thoughts, still nibbling at her lip. Did he even realize that she was still there? She glanced all around her as best she could without moving, trying to find a way out. As the seconds ticked by, she watched his facial expressions go from confused, to angry, to arrogant. She knew he was deep into whatever he was thinking of, and an idea suddenly hit her. It was an idea born purely out of fear for her life and desperation, but at least it was a plan. She could try to kiss him into shock. Yes! That worked in the movies, didn't it? And it just might startle him long enough to give her time to escape and run into the woods and lose him. She stopped biting her lip and took a deep breath, "It can't hurt to try, right?...I'm probably dead either way…" She ran her eyes down his face one last time, trying not to berate herself for the risky and reckless actions she was about to take. "Well, at least he's handsome…I'm not sure I would've considered the idea as much as I did if he wasn't so attractive..."
She tried to relax her body as best she could, closing the tiny, millimeter-wide gap between them. She placed her hands gently on his chest, slowly tracing her fingers up and moving her face closer to his, noticing a strong, masculine scent, which she tried arduously to ignore. Since he was much taller than her, she lifted her body up onto her tiptoes and moved her hands to his shoulders, gripping them gently but almost in an effort to try to get him to move closer to her. She didn't expect him to whatsoever, but even he seemed to relax faintly forward as she lifted her face towards his and placed her soft, warm lips on his.

Cell had been too lost in his thoughts to notice what she'd been doing. He was much too deep in conflict with himself to realize how much closer she'd suddenly moved and it wasn't until his keen sense of smell picked up her scent that he was brought back into reality, just in time to feel her fingers grip his shoulders in an effort to move him a bit closer. Still battling to understand what was happening, much less why he was moving forward and heeding to her touch, he watched in shock as she closed her eyes, and then felt as her warm, plump lips were placed on his own.
Cell closed his eyes and began to panic inwardly, unsure of what to do next. This wasn't a situation he'd ever been in, and he knew no matter how much information Dr. Gero's computer could've fed him on the subject, this was not something he could ever be prepared for without having actual experience on the matter. Despite this, he knew that a perfect being such as himself couldn't fail; after all, he was just that, perfect! As he searched his vast knowledge on the proper response to such an advance, he also began to wonder why he hadn't stopped her or, much less, already killed her for even attempting such a thing. Although he knew he'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he was enjoying it, he also knew that having a mate was something that hadn't ever crossed his mind and, much less, something he'd even entertained the possibility of. He'd always imagined being by himself, moving from one world to the next after his conquests, forever in search of a fighter who was an actual worthwhile opponent.
Suddenly, the same image from earlier popped into his mind, the one where he'd been looking into her home from the window at the vast living room with bookcase after bookcase, but no TV, and he smirked. Maybe this was another neat little trick Dr. Gero had planted into his programming; after all, Cell had no idea of how far all of his powers could go, which was the reason he'd wanted to put the tournament on in the first place. His smirk got bigger, "Although I suppose I wouldn't mind entertaining some company for the next ten days, maybe it'll make them go by faster…I can easily rid myself of her once the ten days are up." It was at this moment that he was brought into reality once again, noticing that the feeling of soft, warm lips was no longer there, and he snapped his eyes open just in time to notice the smell that had been so intoxicating earlier had begun to fade.

Sayah had waited patiently for Cell to move his arms before even considering doing anything. She knew, by his display of sheer strength to her wall earlier, that she couldn't get him to move by brute force, not even if she'd had any brute force. As she felt him relax slightly, she could also tell that his mind was going a million miles an hour and that he was unsure of what to do. She would've thought it was adorable, had she not been so scared of the fact that he probably wanted to kill her. And even though he'd apparently tried earlier, she couldn't say for sure whether he'd missed on accident or if it was just to toy with her. She could tell by his build that he was definitely a fighter, and had this been under different circumstances – say, he got lost in the forest and needed help getting out, or something like that – she probably would've helped him and, she blushed at the thought since she'd never done it before, maybe even given him her phone number so they could meet for coffee later. Did he even like coffee?
She was snapped out of her own thoughts when he finally did drop his arms to his sides, her eyes widening at the opportunity. She knew that he was still deep in his own thoughts himself, and hoped that that might give her enough time to run, and fast. She pulled back from his lips and subconsciously drew her bottom lip in to nibble at, as she usually did when she was nervous. She didn't wait for him to open his eyes before moving her hands off his shoulders and stepping out to her right, not thinking twice before taking off into a full-fledged run. Her breaths came in sharp and raggedy as she passed the doorway, trying not to think about the door he'd so easily ripped off its hinges. Her knowledge of the forest came and went in spurts as she tried to run to somewhere she knew she could hide, someplace that wasn't so easy to get to. As she ran, her soft, purple Sherpa slippers barely clung to her feet, obviously not meant to be used as running shoes. As they eventually flew off, she tried to ignore the pain as she stepped on twigs, rocks, bugs, and the like, trying to run as fast as she could to get away. As the pain in her feet grew, she eventually began tripping on large tree roots and overturned rocks, falling to her knees or onto her stomach each time. She could feel herself getting out of breath, and knew that she couldn't run for much longer. Tears of pain stung her eyes as she tried to get up each time she fell, moving slower and slower each time. She knew that he would catch up to her, but how fast she wasn't sure. She fell one last time, even more tears running down her cheeks from the pain. She staggered over to a huge tree, its base being about as wide as five tree trunks put together and more than enough to hide behind. She let out a soft, dry laugh, knowing that this probably wasn't a situation she could hide behind a tree from.

Cell was stunned when she began to run, trying to figure out what had just happened. The feeling of her lips still clung to him, and he stood in silence for a few seconds, his eyes widening at the sudden realization.
She'd tricked him.
His fists tightened as his mind began to swim with anger not only at her but at himself for falling for such a cheap trick. He had been too deep in his thoughts and too lost in trying to understand what was happening to reciprocate, which must've been exactly what she wanted. She'd solely been looking for an escape, and had used her womanly charm to con him into what he decided was a pitiful attempt to flee from him. His rage flared as he became determined to find her and teach her the hard lesson that comes with deceiving the Perfect Cell. Yet, despite his ire, there was the tiniest part of him that enjoyed it, even if he'd never admit it. It would be something that, he knew, he'd most likely be analyzing for the next few days, but at least it gave him something to do while he waited the ten days before the start of his tournament.
His mind returned to the present when he suddenly noticed that she was in pain. He wasn't sure how, but something within him was able to detect this extreme state of being for the human female. A low growl escaped him, both from the frustration of not knowing how and from the unrelenting anger of being tricked by what he considered an immeasurable inferior being. He gritted his teeth and suddenly flew out of the house, past the broken door and into the forest, following her scent and catching up to her without much effort. Before he caught up, however, he grinded to a halt when he saw the slippers she'd been wearing earlier tattered and slightly bloody, and picked them up. He held one in each hand and clenched his fists around them angrily, taking off to find her again, this time even more pissed off at the entirety of the situation.

Sayah barely stood up against the tree trunk, her breath heavy and jagged, eyelids closed. She felt something fly past the tree, allowing a gentle breeze to hit her and ruffle her hair, causing her to smile. "Mm, that breeze is nice…" she whispered, tensing up when she heard Cell's voice respond.

"I can make many more of those, if you'd like." Cell boasted, obviously pleased with himself. He tried to keep an arrogant smirk on his face, but he couldn't control the fact that some of it slowly faded once he noticed the shape she was in, seeing the gashes and bruises on her body. One of her tank top straps was off her shoulder, and both the bottom of the tank top and the top and bottom of her shorts had cuts on them, and seemed to barely be clinging onto her skin. He could see how fast her breathing was, and she had her head laying back against the tree, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. If it'd been another situation, he might've been enticed by that look…

"You're going to kill me, now." Her words came out in a statement rather than a question, and she tried to ignore the pain aching her body as she looked at him. Her breath was very slowly starting to catch up, and she pressed her back a bit deeper against the tree, her green eyes never faltering.

Cell watched her, curiously. He now knew that what he'd originally thought, that she tricked him to escape, had definitely been the reason why she'd kissed him. Yet, he had to admit that as he watched her, his anger started to dissipate and, as much as he wanted to carry out what his original intentions had been…something inside him wouldn't allow him to do so. The only possible explanation that he considered feasible was that it was another one of Gero's many 'modifications,' but even despite this, he had yet to see what a simple human female had to offer him that he couldn't get himself.
…Unless she wasn't just a simple, human female. The thought circled his mind as he took a few steps towards her, eyes traveling down her body again and settling briefly on her top, looking at the shoulder where her tank top strap should've been. The image from earlier flooded his brain, where she wore a similarly enticing look but this time, instead of seeing just her face, or her legs, his eyes seemed to travel down within the vision, seeing locks of her long brown hair resting gently atop her shoulders, where the top's straps would normally be. As his eyes moved further down, he saw that her top was still on, but both of the straps were off her shoulders and she was up against the wall, now nibbling on her bottom lip and her eyes never moving from his. He shook his head quickly, trying to come back to reality as he moved to stand before her.

Sayah watched him, seeing how he froze for a few seconds as he walked towards her. Her green eyes never moved from his, and as he seemed to go deeper and deeper into whatever he was thinking of, she saw his eyes turn from curious, to lustful, as if he was remembering a very intimate time. She felt her cheeks get hotter, trying to ignore her secret wish of wanting to see what he was seeing. "Kami, what's wrong with me? Here I am about to get killed by this…hot…guy, and I'm over here wishing I could see into his fantasies! There is something seriously wrong with me." She thought, closing her eyes and trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, she was startled to see Cell standing right in front of her, causing her to take in a sharp breath and her blush to get an even deeper shade of red. He was so close to her she wasn't sure what to do, and when she tried to press herself further against the tree, she gritted her teeth at the sharp pain that shot up her spine. Her first reaction was to grab hold of what was closest to her, and she suddenly raised both her hands and grabbed his upper arms, digging her fingers into his skin and arching her back.

Cell watched her; she was obviously in a good amount of pain. She seemed to have endured quite a bit to get to where she was, and her trek through the forest had obviously not gone in her favor. He watched her reaction to the quick jolt of pain she'd gotten, and he suddenly became irate at the fact that she was enduring that much pain, albeit he was unsure why he was so angry. He got an idea, unsure of how it'd turn out since it was a technique he'd never tried before, or, rather, never needed to try before, and he reached forward and put both of his hands on her waist. He felt her body stiffen up at his touch, and he moved his gaze to rest on hers, trying to figure out the right words to say to explain what he was doing.

Sayah felt his hands on her waist, green eyes widening as she looked straight into his pink ones. "This…this is it, I guess. It's a strangely intimate way to kill someone…" Her thoughts trailed off, and she felt his hands begin to grow warmer, those same thoughts suddenly focused back on him. She unwittingly moved her hands from his arms to his shoulders, and, as she felt her body become enveloped in a warm, glowing aura, the power she felt was both healing and pleasurable. She closed her eyes, releasing her inhibitions and allowing her body to feel the warm, tingling sensation that began at her toes and slowly made its way up, not noticing that she was pressing her body against Cell's, arching her back away from the tree and digging her nails into his shoulders. "This doesn't feel painful at all…am I really dying?" She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak, but a quiet, feeble moan escaped her lips, just as the last wave of warmth drew out its existence. She barely opened her eyes, drawing quick, shallow breaths and barely registering that her forehead was laying on someone's chest. She noticed the same smell she did when she first got close to Cell, and quietly whispered, "What…did you just do to me?..."

Cell, holding her body up and close against his, didn't think twice before responding, albeit it probably sounded harsh since he didn't really know any other way to speak.
"I healed you."

Sayah attempted to lift her head up, barely able to do so and merely whispered, "Why…?" Before her eyes closed involuntarily and her body went limp.
Cell held her in that position for a few minutes, staring down at the human female in his arms. Part of him wanted to leave her there, go build the arena for his tournament, and never look back, but the other part that he couldn't seem to control, much less recognize as himself, would not allow him to make that choice. He was starting to get really irritated at the fact that, for some reason, this particular human was able to make him think or feel differently towards her, yet simultaneously he had no remorse nor reluctance to go out into the world and eradicate what was left of it, which included the rest of the human race. He couldn't wrap his mind around why a perfect being such as himself would have a need for any other being, much less a human, to be kept around for any other purposes besides as a punching bag. This colossal unknown left him with no choice but to take her with him and figure out what purpose she would serve him, and once that purpose had been accomplished, he'd get rid of her and continue on his conquest.

Author's Note: Well, I hope you all enjoyed it! I always love and appreciate any reviews that my readers take the time to submit. I'll upload the next chapter as soon as I can! Many hugs!