A/N: I'M GOING TO PAINT A GIANT CELL/GOKU MURAL ON MY WALL!! I'm so freakin' excited! Wow I'm obsessed…Yeah…
I just want to thank Anti Yaoi Avenger for inspiring me to finish the end of this VoaS chapter. My mind was blank for the very end, and after reading her profile page (which made me laugh so hard that it left me in tears. Go on, have a read, she's in my favorites list!) I was just overflowing with ideas! I am several years her junior and it astonishes me that a person so maturely aged could be such a Nazi! I'd expect this from an eleven-year-old, but EIGHTEEN? Excuse me while I split my sides! Now let me see Avenger…you dislike stupidity and yet…well, I think you get what I mean. Slurp, slurp darling. C'mon, Barney ROCKS!!! You know Avenger, the fact that you enjoy bishounen reveals your hidden lesbian. Liking such feminine characters? That's OBVIOUS.
I'm considering whether or not to rewrite everything I posted due to grammar mistakes like THIS!
" Blah, blah, whatnot." See that ß ! I leave spaces between the quotations and the first word of the sentence; it's all out of bad habit I swear! Arrrgh…o((.))o
By the way, the dialogue might be out of character.
Chapter 2:
A bloody nose is worth it all!
In the few moments Vegita allowed himself before meeting Cell's eyes, the saiyan envisioned what he would—wanted to—see. In all honesty, he wanted to see Cell blush again. He wanted Cell to feel as he did, the emotions he refused to show; confused and embarrassed, and mayhap a little pleased with the gesture. Somehow, even now, he felt prone to seeing that delicate hue across the android's pale face, burning so brightly that one was unable to decipher where the blush ended when touching the violet tears on his cheeks. Perhaps it was juvenile, blushing, but when the prince's pride was concerned, it was a necessary reassurance of confidence.
Beside the empathy of sharing the same feelings, the saiyan prince, being the more supercilious of the two, well…he would just plain feel better about it. As long as he succeeded in suppressing his own awkwardness, Cell would seem the weaker of the two on the matter, leaving him the one in control of the situation to revel in Cell's fidgety discomfort.
Proudly he straitened to his full height, a few good inches above Cell, though he was still floating. When his gaze did finally rest on Cell's, he was pleased at what he saw.
For about two seconds.
The mass murderer was blushing; rather badly in fact. And to swell Vegita's pride even further, Cell's eyes had actually filmed over in a thin layer of dazed tears. His trembling lips quickly pressed into a firm, strait line. With one second to go, Cell took Vegita's head in his hands, and with a startling amount of force, drove his knee into Vegita's face.
*crunch!* The wet crack was sickening to the ears, but as stars exploded in Vegita's vision, he felt only annoyed for one brief moment. Hot blood jetted from his nose as the world faded.
Fuck!
-**-
The first sign of awareness Vegita could give was the pained moan that emitted from his partly open mouth.
His nose was aching with a unmatchable ferocity all its own. Reaching up, he tenderly touched the area of incessant throbbing, finding an expanse of soft cloth shrouding it. His fingers ventured around the object to find malleable, damp gauze taped to his face. The fingertips (where are my gloves?) came away dipped in scarlet. Judging by the way his blood saturated the bandage and the wretched pulsations of superlative pain in his nasal lobe, Vegita was quite certain his nose was broken.
All about him came the sounds of the forest, one he felt himself disturbingly too unfamiliar with. Living in a house of geniuses and their gadgets hardly left time nor necessity to be outdoors much. Beneath him the grass was pleasantly plush and moist, seeping into the spandex unprotected by his armor. There were large, full trees scattered around the frame of his vision, and the sky was an eerie white. Cloudy or desolate of clouds he could not tell; the sun was no where in sight.
The prince licked dry lips and breathed deeply. Somewhere off in the distance there was the very subtle song of a stream. Such thoughts of water made his parched mouth ache.
"Ungh…" he began to lift himself, only to find the lovely atmosphere about him spinning. Vegita dropped again, gasping for breath.
"Don't try that just yet." Vegita immediately recognized Cell's voice, though it was eerily soft; uncharacteristically so. He inhaled again, feeling his diaphragm stretch with blessedly cool air. The whole morning atmosphere was pleasantly chilly, sending shivers up his back with the wetness of dew.
Cell sat only several inches away from him, one long leg to his chest and the other strewn calmly across the grass. He stared down at Vegita beneath his dark lashes, a strange smirk on his lips. Vegita grunted mutely.
"You sleep very soundly, albeit a few…dysfunctional appendages." His smirk turned kinder, if only a little.
Vegita answered with a few choice words. "…You broke my damn nose!"
The bio-mechanic creature cocked his head coyly to the side. "You deserved it."
"What?" the prince squeaked indignantly, "that justifies nothing!" shuddering, he forced the dizziness away and sat up "I did naught of the sort when you kissed me!"
"You left, I consider that ill behavior."
In a few moments the distance between the two warriors disappeared as Cell sprang forward, his face towering superiorly above the other man. Vegita was given only seconds to prepare for the sudden kiss. A thread of disappointment slithered through Vegita's thoughts as he realized, to his later surprise, that his mouth was dry and most likely unpleasant to taste.
Cell's gentle tongue smothered his guilt. Soothingly the warm appendage entered his mouth and lapped at the tip of his. The android's hand cushioned the back of his head as he continued to tenderly, almost apologetically nurse his dampening mouth.
Their lips parted, leaving both unsure of just who pulled away. Regardless the two paused for breath, staring fiercely, unwaveringly into one another's eyes.
Is it just me, or have I developed a fetish for this idiot's stupid coloring? Vegita wondered, almost dismally. Shamelessly he basked in the glow of Cell's blushing skin, warm against his. A large part of him loathed this monster, but what would life progress from now on, now that he had shared passion with the creature of his ire, now that he had caused the creature's lips to flush that freshly kissed way?
He grunted against Cell's warm, swollen mouth, somewhere inside him wishing instead that he could grace the smile with a pleased sigh. Pushing the taller being away for the instant, he returned to the pain of his nose, momentarily forgotten. "Where did you find bandages?"
"When there are towns and cities barren out of your account, such mediocre medical equipment is in convenient reach."
"Ugh, you smart ass."
Frowning at the sudden change of Vegita's attention, Cell pushed his hands away and once more savored the prince's still trembling mouth. The action left him startled, images of this creature's emotional ignorance shattering. He pressed against Cell's chest, removing him with some difficulty.
"That's enough, do you realize what you…what we're—"
"I am smitten with you, sweet prince. Is that not obvious?"
How could he just admit it with such ease? Was his integrity so great, or was he just naïve? Cell nuzzled his lips, almost purring.
"I apologize for injuring you. Are you satisfied? Will you kiss me now?"
"Aren't you...frightened?" Somehow it was fulfilling to hear Cell's candor.
"Of what? These emotions, I admit, are a touch confusing, but Goku's cells within me tell me to act upon them. The taste of your warmth ignites me. Is the feeling mutual?"
Vegita, forgetting a moment that for the past few minutes he had been allowing the other man's affections, snapped tersely.
"No."
The sudden change of Cell's features was disturbing. His soft eyes darkened instantly as his mouth tightened.
Was he…pouting?
Vegita had barely a second to ponder this before Cell literally took him by the scruff of his neck and hauled him into the air. Indignantly, the small prince growled a few harsh obscenities and kicked to be let back on the ground. Cell's grip did not falter as he led him towards the running stream not five meters away, dropping him face first into the bitingly cold liquid.
Sputtering, eyes tearing at the explosion of pain in his nose, Vegita sat up with a high yelp.
"Drink your fill, sweet prince. The water is refreshing, no?" Cell's lips curled into a cruel smirk.
Silky ruby ribbons danced smoothly in the frosted stream water, dripping steadily from the now over-saturated bandage dressing Vegita's nose. He ignored the throbbing sensations, rising to his feet.
"I feel nothing for you, damn it! A kiss will not beguile me to care for you like some besotted little teenager! You're not even thinking about the consequences of your actions, nor considering my feelings on the matter!" His indignity of Cell's actions, now completely governed him. What was I thinking when I kissed you back? Stupid, stupid, STUPID! I've set a trap for myself!
"You let me…" Cell's voice had softened, dangerously so, but hinted now with a fear, like melancholy. "If you wish to blame another, then blame yourself. I sulk now because you have led me to believe…well, if it matters naught to you, so be it. I'll leave you then, to whatever slipshod turmoil that is within you."
He was withdrawing himself, Vegita could see so at once. He parted his mouth to speak words he did not yet know to speak, when the android flicked his wrist towards him, presenting, hanging loosely on his curled fingers, Vegita's pristine white gloves.
Vegita took them immediately with an exaggerated swipe, involving much of his arm. His glare was met steadfastly, not so much as wavering as the prince roughly dressed his hands again.
"Taking my gloves…you vex me to the top of my bent!" The earlier quixotic actions were only malevolent in his incensed mind. "Tell me then, you overly romantic bastard, did you take them from me to cherish my hands or the gloves themselves?" he barked mockingly.
Cell snorted. For one trying to be malicious, Vegita was failing. Perhaps at any other time, but with the soaked red bandage covering his nose, he hardly appeared so.
"Both." He answered, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. Vegita did not move, but boiled at the clear derision of his height. Cell's lips descended tenderly on his brow, and to his horror, made him shudder wonderfully.
"You at the time," Cell breathed, "did not object to my advances."
"At what time?"
"At what time? My prince your memory is poor! You gave your gloves to me. And, with much vigor I might add, you…"
Cell's lips continued against his ear, and as more words were spoken, Vegita's sable eyes grew wider and his mouth smaller. He hadn't realized he was sweating until Cell's hand touched his back, pressing the thin material of his spandex against damp flesh. Quite suddenly, he grasped, he felt rather naked.
Cell was smirking horribly as he whispered more not-so-sweet nothings into the twitching saiyan's hearing. Of course, it was all affectionate lies. Vegita had been knocked out completely and Cell had taken his gloves merely to feel hands so constantly adorned; and in addition, to grace each fingertip with a small kiss.
The saiyan's hand came against his chest, lightly pushing him back. "You are not Cell." He spoke, face vacant.
"Oh? You do not know me well. Even I do not understand myself or these silly emotions. But they amuse me! I am enjoying myself." His voice became a sensual, rushed sigh, a rush of hot breath against his cheek. "This is a most enjoyable activity! It makes my perfect self alive with fire and adrenaline!"
"You are a naïve child!" Vegita groaned.
"Maybe so, maybe so!" he embraced the smaller man and lifted him against a broad chest, "but humor me then, will you?"
"Release me."
"Well?"
"…"
"I love you, Prince Vegita. Ah! Merely speaking those words makes my heart hammer in my breast…" Cell took a deep breath and revealed a wholly charming smile.
Vegita sagged. You dare to tempt me like a virgin with such chaste grins. I should not be surprised by your ignorance. Silly, thoughtless whelp. If you knew what you are doing is putting your games in jeopardy, you would not hold me like this. I am no bitch in heat for you to sniff out!
"I don't desire you like that!"
"Why lie to me? You haven't entirely pushed me away until now."
"This is not a game! I am not your toy, child!"
*Smack!*
Cell sighed exasperatingly as a seething fire brewed within him. The flesh of his cheek stung; a flushed handprint where Vegita's palm had met skin. The juvenile logic in him demanded he strike back. However, he fought to not raise his hand, and Vegita was aware, as he could feel him trembling, combating to keep his fingers from prying themselves of the still taught embrace.
As he did so, Vegita watched his face. The lines around his mouth softened, and the livid glow left his cheeks
"Sweet prince…I would rather that this be an exchange of fondness, not blows." He expected a retort of more than just a few words; a biting remark. "Will you not be coquette with me?"
"Fuck you."
It was impossible now to mask his shock and rage. Utterly furious, he flung the small prince away from his grasp. "You dare speak to me like this! You saiyans, I don't understand you! I am attempting to be affectionate, affectionate! Would you rather I hit you? It is not a wonder that your "friends" must show you false courtesy!"
Vegita recoiled with an offended grunt.
"I was, am mad to be so pleasant to you! I cannot comprehend why you would prefer a strike to a kiss! You are pathetic!"
"Stop…stop!" Vegita came at him, taking his broad shoulders and forcing contact between them. Cell was immediately silenced as Vegita's little body pressed into his, his hands clutched at him.
"Please, you're…you're the only one to…" his word halted in his throat as slivers of his better judgment pressed friction against them. Don't say that much, don't spill it all!
Cell cocked his head to the side at the sudden show of weakness, and the shamed burn across the slighter man's face. A fraction of himself chuckled at the sight, suggesting a mocking comment be bestowed upon this display. And ruin what I've been trying to accomplish? No, no…my prince, small and self-torturing…you are as fragile as a kitten. Yes, you are my kitten prince! Mine.
Vegita's eyes hooded as Cell's warm mouth teased the area above his left ear. He went lax, sighing submissively.
I don't trust myself to keep from telling you how much this…this means. I can allow this closeness, for once just fully allow it! This will be the last, only time. It won't hurt to just…let him hold me, even if he really doesn't understand his actions or what effect they might have on us all. Perhaps it isn't the right thing to do; living in fantasy. I imagine it too much.
"It is alright," Cell's words of reassurance slithered into his thoughts. "I can only enjoy so much fretting." His nose buried into the locks of gravity-defying, claret-dusted black hair.
I can't stand more hard words, especially from your lecherous jaws. Not when you kiss me with no traces of forged civility. Let them be ignorant kisses if they must…
"Ahh..."
Can't…let this go too far…
As Cell lowered to his knees, placing the smaller man onto his warm lap, Vegita's gaze went upward, toward the eerily blank sky. What time was it? He could not tell. And where were they, that the grass would be damp and the native waters so bitterly chilled? Certainly not the acrid lands of Cell's arena. His quivering lips emitted low, desperate breaths of ecstasy.
Cell's kisses began at his chin, and he tilted back his head to allow the burning trail to descend toward his jaw hinge, just below his ear; the area that made him shudder most. Tentatively his hands grazed the android's powerful neck, tracing fine lines of muscle and tension. Cell slid his own touch over his hip bones, stroking them with fascination until Vegita was sure that they were bruised.
"My prince..." He cooed gently, before Vegita arched against him. Cell however, pressed his considerably larger weight against his, pinning him onto the dew-kissed blades beneath them, stopping both their movements. For several moments Cell merely laid atop him, wearing a kind, teasing smirk.
"Baka, don't do that!" Was he willingly giving himself to this creature?
I can't just let this...shit, shit, shit! What am I doing? If he could, he would have wept for the turmoil clashing swords in his mind.
A frown crept onto Cell's face as Vegita's features tightened. As achingly hard as he tried to make his shut eyes a tourniquet for his tears, the shimmering fluid seeped through and gathered on his dark lashes. Strange little gulps were being made in his burning throat; his jaw quaked without his control.
If I sob he'll never let me hear the end of it! Cell ruined this vain promise with a kiss to Vegita's taught mouth. A choked howl broke through. "I don't want to do this anymore! No touchy!"
The atmosphere halted. Time stopped. A rabbit scuttled nearby.
"…No touchy?" Cell grinned. "Oh kitty..." Vegita was blushing so hard, Cell expected blood to spew from his nose. The prince, humiliated, began to squirm beneath him; more so to do something other than lay there and openly present his embarrassment. Cell took his face in his hands, trapping his wriggling kitten.
"I love you." He said gaily.
Vegita stared at him. He thought briefly for a moment that if anyone knew he was there—and it was quite possible that he would be found if any of the others attempted to locate his ki—and happened to come upon them, what a sight they would see. A large, green, winged android lying atop a small saiyan not even three quarters his size.
What an odd couple we are. Vegita did not realize he had said so out loud.
Cell's features brightened. Grasping him tightly about the waist, Cell once again leaned his weight on him, pressing their foreheads together as his lips stretched into a wide, content smirk.
Was he…snuggling him?
Vegita's Adam's apple bobbed slightly on his throat. It had been far too long since he had last been held like this, and it made his stomach flutter with pleasure, even as he tried to suppress it. The urge to hide the ever growing chaos within him was slowly (maybe rapidly, he could only be so sure at the moment) receding.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to ravish some random human female?" Vegita whispered with a weak, somehow disconcerting look.
"Female? Those flimsy, skinny things with the lumps on their chests? I'd much rather ravish you." The tip of his sharp ebon claws met the edge of Vegita's spandex, pierced the lip, and slowly slid downward, miraculously avoiding his flesh. He stopped above the rim of his armor.
"May I?" he smiled a Cheshire's prominent grin.
And for the first time in a great, great while, Vegita allowed himself a small, genuine chuckle. He dropped against the cool grass with a sigh and closed his sable eyes, lifting the stretchy armor top over his head.
"Sure. But I'm on top."
Cell let out a large, overly amused laugh. Taking Vegita's slim waist, he hauled him over as he rolled onto his back.
"Your bold language leaves me flabbergasted!" he chortled blithely, placed Vegita on his stomach, one leg on either side of his hips. Vegita's smirk twisted into a sensual curve as he took the first fingertip of his right glove between his teeth, slowly dragging it from his hand. Pulling the split spandex to reveal a bare, bronzed shoulder, Vegita leaned forward and licked an audacious, wet trail up Cell's ivory throat, from naked collar to grinning jaw.
Overly enjoying the prince's attentions, Cell took to effort the job of exposing Vejita's darker skin to the pleasant breeze. The contrast of his fair, colorless hand against Vegita's russet flesh was exquisite.
"On top indeed."
A/N: That's it for chapter two! I'd have liked for it to be longer…but I certainly like this draft better than the first one. The original chapter two had them tearing at each other in brutal animal sex at the very beginning of the chapter. You wouldn't have wanted that now would you? Huh, huh? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, wink, say no more? Feel mushy! Feel mushy, damn you!! Mwaha, more intense lime next chapter!