Save the Day
You don't own DBZ? Good, cause neither do I.
Chapter Six
Groggy, heavy eyes lids opened against her will. But there was just something nagging at her subconscious. Something that demanded she open her tired eyes. She didn't sit up immediately, just simply turned over and stared ahead. Her sharp eyes could pick up anything even in the pitch black of her room. She noticed that there was a rather large shadow at the end of her bed.
She let out a quite sigh. But she didn't say anything. Just watched it intently. Waiting to see what was going to happen next.
The bed creaked with the new weight put upon it. She still didn't move. The squeaks became louder and more frequent until she was face to face with her unexpected nighttime visitor.
Kilik felt a cold chill go down her spine on through to the very tip of her nervously twitching tail. She stared straight into his eyes. This was the key to him. She watched for the telegraphed signs. Was he himself, or the other bastard? His wide expressive eyes just staring right back at her; the pale purple seemingly glowing. He didn't even say a word in greeting.
It was clear that it actually was her Cell looking back at her. But what the hell was he doing in her room at…2:57 in the morning?
She knew that he had nightmares and because of them he didn't sleep as much as he probably should. But he had never made a big deal about it. He never bothered anyone because of them. Hell, she had practically had to nag him to death before he had even told her about them in the first place. But now here he was…in her room at 3 in the morning. Looking like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Cell…Mmph!"
Before she could even finish the sentence his lips were pressed firmly against her own. She gasped in surprise at first; giving him all the opportunity he needed to slip his tongue inside. She didn't respond to it however. She was just there…shocked as shit. So much so that she couldn't have joined in even if she had wanted to. She just focused on the strange little act in the most mechanical of ways. The odd sensation of another person's tongue in her mouth was enough to hold her attention. She wasn't even ready to consider why it was there in the first place. She'd never even been kissed before for Dende's sake, let along been kissed like that.
But then she remembered; breathing was a good thing wasn't it? And this tongue of Cell's was impeding the much appreciated process of her lungs converting oxygen to carbon dioxide.
So Kilik pushed him away. Not too roughly put enough to get the point across. She lowered her head and attempted to hide the burning crimson that had painted its way across her cheeks. Not only that at this point she could not bring herself to stare into his eyes. Eyes that she knew were now focused intensely on her.
Her breathing slowed thankfully and after silently readying herself, she chanced a glance upward. Yep…he was still there. Staring at her in the way she knew he would be. Staring at her the way he stared at most things. As if he was trying to etch every detail into his consciousness. As if one day something would happen and all he would have left where the mental pictures that he'd created for himself.
Kilik licked kiss swollen lips. Her chocolate brown eyes locked with his lilac colored ones. Over the years Cell had become an expert at pretending that things didn't bother him. But he could never fool her, she and apparently ChiChi had learned to pay much loser attention to his weakness. His eyes always told the tale to anyone who chose to notice.
Those same pale orbs were covered by an eerie fog; conveying a sad, heavy, constricted feeling in her chest. She narrowed her eyes in response and leaned back into the wall behind her, affectively putting more distance between them.
She was pissed…Pissed at him for being so weak. So his life hadn't been a joy ride. Well dammit neither had hers and the last thing she needed was him bursting into her room at gods forsaken times of night to remind her.
Fuck him…he wouldn't stop staring. His eyes even more intense, searching her own. What did he want?
"Cell, what the…Hmm!"
Well that settled it. Apparently he didn't want her to talk.
The kiss was even deeper this time. He was so fucking warm. She felt the sweat prickling up on her skin. And he tasted exactly how he smelled. Just like the fucking candy he was always eating. English Toffee she thought it was. Dammit, now she'd be craving the shit all week.
She moaned into the green haired bastard's mouth against her will. His hand…his fucking hand was working its way under her nightshirt. She tore her mouth away from his and prepared to give him a piece of her mind. But her rampage was interrupted by her own shuttered gasp and that fucking pasty skinned s.o.b's hand dipped between her thighs.
No…no…no! This was not how she had envisioned her first time. Well, truthfully it wasn't like she'd had it all mapped out anyway. But Cell? He was like her brother…Right?
All her thought processes were suddenly put on hold as her body succumbed to pleasure induced quivers and a most embarrassing whimper. Gods it was not supposed be like this…he wasn't supposed to be like this. And just why the hell was she enjoying this so much?
She bit back a moan. He was sucking on her collarbone and raising her shirt up over her head. She pulled away bashfully covering herself. Her face growing even hotter in embarrassment. Of all people, Cell had no business seeing her naked.
She could tell he was grinning and she looked up to be sure. It was an odd little smile. It didn't quite make it to his eyes. He lowered his head breaking eye contact once he caught her looking. He pressed his forehead to hers, long bangs tickling her nose. Hands much larger than her own pried the arms she's crossed over her chest away. She watched in some sort of mortified fascination as a pale hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently. Her mouth falling slightly open stupidly as a callused thumb passed over her hardened nipple.
Oh that fu…wow. That was…nice.
Gods, her belly felt funny, like she'd swallowed a pot full of hot coffee. She felt like her blood was boiling and pooling down between her legs. When she did that it didn't feel that good.
How the hell did he know how to do that? Seriously, this was Cell. It wasn't like he was some type of ladies man or something? I mean he'd had a mate and everything. But Kilik was positive that this wasn't something Raditz had taught him…maybe it was one of those stored memories from Vegeta or Goku or somebody?
He was kissing her again and now she was kissing back. Fuck it…it wasn't like she was going to make him stop now anyway. She let herself be pulled until she was flat on her back and staring at the ceiling fan as it swayed lazily above. She mindlessly raised her hips so that he could get her underwear off. They had become annoying and sticky anyway.
The green haired bastard climbed clumsily on top of her, grinning wide.
"Bastard." She growled.
He thought that he'd won. Fool…Kilik Vejita Palo, Saiyan no Oujo, did not go down with out a fight. Though she wasn't quite sure how to win this one, she would give it her best shot.
Her thin fingers maneuvered their way into the waist band of his pajama bottoms and pulled them around his hips. She looked up into his eyes and bit down on her lip to keep from smiling too big.
They truly were a ridiculous pair. What would everyone think of this? She sure as hell wasn't going to tell anyone. Let them keep wondering…
And he opened his mouth and blabbed about this to anyone she'd fucking…
Cell's own grin became less and less suppressed as more and more of his skin was laid bare. He kicked the offending cloth to the floor and sat on his knees proudly in front of her.
Saiyan males…show-offy bastards they were.
The Saiyan princess blushed so hard at the sight of her unclothed would be lover that she thought that she'd pass out. She tried to keep her eyes from wondering but she couldn't help it. She'd never seem him this way before. How could she pass up the chance?
And just why wasn't he blushing like she was. She liked it when he blushed. All violet and glowing.
"Bastard." She pouted.
The sound of his thick green tail snapping impatiently behind him was the only audible in the room. He leaned down to place a chaste kiss on her lips and eased his way between her thighs.
"Oh…" she all shuttery as she felt his erection brush against her.
Kilik planted small hands on either side of him, wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and braced herself for what was to come.
"So it really was supposed to be him all along, huh? Well damn."
He pushed purposely into her, filling her up completely. His taller, harder body pressed firmly against her smaller and softer. She grit her teeth as her body stretched to accommodate him. Kilik smelled the sharp tang of her own blood between them; a mild burning sensation accompanying it. Well this was…strange.
She moved experimentally and let her self smile slightly upon coaxing a groan from him. He stayed still…perfectly still and gods dammit he was perfect. He fit perfect.
She wiggled impatiently underneath him and whimpered. Prompting him to pressed his forehead to hers, staring right back at her and he started to move. Slow lazy thrusts…nice at first but she needed more. He head lolled back and she closed her eyes.
"Fucking…teasing…bastard!" She groaned with conviction.
That ass was smiling…she knew he was smiling. So she pushed back, earning a heartfelt groan from her new lover. She giggled. Cell of all the people she could have picked…her lover. How in the hell…
The spiky haired boy's thrusts became more urgent and her gasping breaths increased. He was squeezing her thighs so hard she was sure he'd leave hand sized bruises there when all was said and done.
"Oh…fuck…C…ell!" She moaned.
She gripped at the sheets with one hand and dug fingers into his hair so hard she thought she pull some out with the other. But he just wouldn't stop. The heat between them was unbearable. That fucking addictive slip and slide of him inside her. And that fucker knew it. There was a contented superior little smirk on those perfect fucking lips and those damned odd colored eyes of his were still locked totally on hers. Watching her. Studying her. Memorizing ever little bit of her…in this exact moment.
So it was decided, she could not lose. Not even to him…with his perfect…fucking…Bastard.
The air around them crackled. She'd broken into a smirk of her own. The princess pushed her power up. The hybrid responded by leaning down and kissing her possessively, demandingly, before whispering in her ear.
"Cheater…"
"Bastard…" She shot back.
And that's when it happened, she knew that damned crossbred, hybrid, green haired, pasty skinned bastard and been saving it just for this exact moment.
Cell's smirk disappeared and a more serious expression changed his face. He grabbed her waist securely pulling her up and began thrusting into her just at that perfectly right fucking angle and she lost it.
Her raising power level fizzled out in a flash of white before her eyes and her whole body tensed up so hard that had to fight not lose consciousness. Fortunately, the perfect son of a bitch had spelled his end as well. With a growled out curse of his own he came right behind her, filling her with his warm release and collapsing in a sweaty panting heap on top of her.
The two of them took a few minutes to catch their breaths before Cell sat up on his elbows and gave her another one of those serious looks. His face flushed and glowing violet.
"I won." He said softly and broke into a silly grin.
And dammit all if she was just too tired to disagree.
This was not part of the flashback chapter trilogy of course. I suppose after brutally murdering…or reliving brutally murdering a few people that even a Saiyan hybrid would be a bit horny… snickers That was fun.