Ices forgot how cold, wet and miserable she was as the heat of the moment engulfed her. She was obviously taken off-guard by Cells strange approach to what she could only imagine was her punishment for her obvious insolence. The close physical contact was strange and uncomfortable to her, more so because she did not like the fact that she enjoyed this strange activity. The longer the android held her against his hard chiseled chest the more powerful the strange phenomenon in her body became.

She had to stop this.

The wish-granter cursed herself for a fool when she realized that her body would not respond to her brain's request to push the android off her. The fact of the matter was this android's lips felt heavenly upon her own, and she could only blame her instincts, for surely it was because of her ingrained need to procreate that she could not push herself away from the most powerful male she had met in some time. Slowly her wings went slack in surrender and allowed the bottoms to touch the ground as she found herself unwittingly relaxing into the intimate pose.

Cell, on the other hand, laughed inwardly. It was just as he had suspected, wish granter or not, female was female, and he realized that King Cold wasn't the only one who could bend this peculiar creature with the weight of her own lust. The android suppressed a chuckle as the dragoness fell more deeply into his ploy. He shifted his weight and angled his head slightly to experiment with different positions when he suddenly found himself pressed hard against the strange scaled bark of one of the living trees and her fangs buried in his neck as she snarled dangerously.

The android became confused at first, but knew he was in no real danger, her fangs had pierced his neck, yes, but even so he could hardly feel them. She soon removed the fangs of her own accord and ran her tongue gently up the side of his neck. Gooseflesh rose in the wake of her tongue and he became distinctly aware that the female was jirating her hips against his own, seeking for something that they would not find. His sensors picked up a shift in her hormonal balance and he smirked to himself as he realized what was happening: She was trying to mate with him.

He could have much fun with this yet.

"If the two of you are quite…finished." Frieza growled from the air above them. A shocked look adorned his features, but the ice-jinn kept his voice steady. Cell frowned up at the lord, a bit perturbed at being interrupted during his experimentation, before his trademark arrogance returned. There was always next time, and now that he was bound with this creature, the many times after next time. A cold laugh bubbled from his chest as he easily pushed the female off of himself, grabbed the fallen cat in one hand and then stunned ( not to mention soaking wet) female in the other. The android kicked off the ground and lead the way back to their 'camp.'

"Finally." Burter growled as the pair touched down, the enormous cat slung easily over Cell's shoulder. The android released the now recovered and more than a little ticked-off female who replaced her wings in their cloak-like covering state. She shivered nearly uncontrollably under their faint protection as a breeze began to pick up. She would never dry in this frigid air. Ices found she had a bit of a hard time concentrating on the rest of Burter's sentence. "I suspect you want us to prepare the meat?"

"Only if you wish to eat." Shot the female with a glare as she turned her back to the lot of them, and leaving them to their task. Instead of arguing, Burter glared at her back before turning to the task of figuring out how to clean meat. He knew he had learned how to do this in survival fitness back when he was a new recruit, but now he couldn't for the life of himself remember. He never thought he'd need to use this type of thing not when he was surrounded by the advanced technology of Frieza's army.

"Something about removing the organs and skin…" He murmured.

"Bleed it first, gut it as it bleeds, skin it from there." Offered the female from where she perched on the slightly warm bark of a nearby tree. She still shivered but was running fire back and forth under her cloak-like wings to try and keep herself from freezing in this snowy wonderland.

"With what, there's nothing to cut with!" Burter complained more to himself as he hoisted the carcass up and tied its tail to a nearby tree branch to suspend it properly. With a deeply contemplative look he powered up a flattened hand and chopped it across the throat of the creature, wincing as the skull almost exploded, and he was covered in blood. He snarled in rage as he lifted his arm once more to slice neatly down the stomach, only to disappear beneath an avalanche of steaming entrails.

"Free food!" Exclaimed Recoom as he leapt upon the buffet devouring it almost instantly. "Mmmm steamy."

"Idiot." Growled Burter as he wrenched the skin away from the carcass. The large blue alien tensed as if expecting something else to go wrong. He waited a moment expectantly before smirking and tossing the ruined pelt away only to hiss in surprise as the wind picked up and pushed it back upon the creature, wrapping around him like a soppy blood-blanket.

Many attempts later…

Burter smirked at his success, the steaming muscles roasting nicely, rotisserie style over the flames. The wish-creature snorted, holding her wings to herself and making a point not to look at the android called Cell, whom had been watching her in a curious manner since returning to camp. The female drifted to sleep slowly, the last image in her mind the fiery kiss shared between herself and the android before she leapt off the cliff into the sea of slumber.

As the female finally fell asleep King Cold, whom had also been surreptitiously watching the female, gave Cell a look befitting of his royal name.

"She's going to catch hypothermia. You need to be more careful with her. She's soaked to the bone." He eyed her critically but could not yet make out any alterations in her pigmentation, and so made no move to warm her. Cell made no move to respond, how was he to stop the female from flying into snow drifts? He was all-powerful, not psychic.

"What we need is a plan." Frieza interrupted, perhaps trying to diffuse the situation before it could become a fight. "We are alive, we are immortal and we are bound to a creature that can create what are essentially wormholes to anywhere." His crimson gaze caught his father's and the older ice-jinn smirked as he caught on to his sons logic.

"So the only question now is where we should go." King Cold looked up at the stars for a moment as if in deep thought. "I don't see many familiar stars here, but the ones I do see tell me we're in the Kuaga quadrant, just past the boarders of what used to be my empire." The hierarchic closed his eyes and did some serious brainstorming.

"If we are in the Kuaga quadrant perhaps she can get us past the old boarder and into more familiar territory...and back to the planet Frieza." Frieza interrupted as he locked eyes with his father and shared a triumphant grin. "My main force was instructed to stay there while I had my adventure on Namek, I'm sure the twits wouldn't have strayed far."

"Let us go forth and re-build an empire, then."

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