Title: Hunting You
Rating: M
Pairings/Characters: Cell/Gohan
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Dragon Ball Z, characters, etc., all belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: violence, rape, tail penetration, dark
Summary: "Imagination was an incredible thing, as he would conjure up noises of intense suffering on behalf of the boy in his own head based off their first and only battle with one another." After encountering so many clones, Cell can't wait to find the real one. Along his journey, he's enjoying committing various acts of revenge against the runt.

A/N: Influenced by elements in Dragon Ball Fighterz, where there are clones of all the characters.


"What should I do with you this time, hm?" he asked with a malicious grin, approaching the motionless body.

It had to be at least the tenth clone of him that he'd come across. He hated the bristling disgust and feeling of defeat that always stirred within him at the sight of the grown boy who had sent him to Hell all those years ago. Though his current power was considerably diminished from what he was fully capable of, it was still enough to easily disarm any Red Ribbon army replica he came across. With any other one, he would swiftly put them down and have that be the end of it. Whenever he ran into Gohan, however, he'd begun to have his own bit of sadistic fun. The absence of emotion in the red eyes and lack of any sort of sound no matter what he subjected the clone to was disappointing, but not enough to make Cell cease his vicious entertainment. Imagination was an incredible thing, as he would conjure up noises of intense suffering on behalf of the boy in his own head based off their first and only battle with one another.

He wanted revenge on that runt more than anything. If he was sent back to Hell after all this, so be it – as long as he found the real and true Gohan to settle the score before then, he could return fully satisfied.

The physical brutality ranged from stabbing the Saiyan a hundred times over with the sharp tip of his tail, leaving him riddled with puncture wounds that went clean through his flesh, to crushing his bones with his bare hands. Not unlike their original fight, he would wrap his arms around the cursed brat but now, he'd squeeze until he felt the ribs give way, felt the spine sever, and laugh as dark blood spilled from the man's mouth.

Occasionally, he would become exceptionally deviant with his retribution. It was simple enough to rip away the Gi and everything underneath. While he'd welcome a struggle, the clone never did; however, Cell still placed his hand on the back of Gohan's head and kept it pinned to the ground as he roughly fucked him. Sometimes he'd tease the Saiyan's cock by wrapping his tail around the shaft and vigorously rubbing it. Sometimes he'd use his tail to penetrate first, the excitement from seeing blood trickle out causing his own erection to reveal itself through his codpiece. His precum was slick enough to act as well as any lubricant, and he did not shy away from gruffly plunging himself beyond the muscles to repeatedly thrust with all his strength, as if the goal was to force his cock out through Gohan's mouth.

He craved to make the boy who had bested him endure the most sinister atrocities he could, even if it was only to heartless clones for the time being.

Standing over this current one who was already down, Cell quirked an eyebrow.

"Hm?"

This one's Gi was orange, and while the power level wasn't much, it was different than all the other clones he had encountered thus far.

It can't be….

With his foot, he rolled the limp body over and his breath caught in his throat as the man let out a weak groan. He watched with wide, devilishly sparkling eyes as the Saiyan opened his own groggily.

"Where….? ….C-Cell?!"

With a subdued chuckle, the android stared unblinkingly at the shocked face that he dreamed of finding for so long.

"Hello, Son Gohan. It's nice to know you haven't forgotten me either."