A Need Unknown

Chapter 8

A/N: I know this story is rated M, but the latter part of this chapter is definitely rated M, for those of you that don't care to read that sort of stuff. Just wanted to give you all a warning! Please enjoy!

P.S.: A big thanks to Luminaaa and PurelyFictional06 for their input on what they think of the story! Extra hugs for both of you. :3

Sayah's eyelids fluttered open slowly, as if in a daze. She sat up in her bed and looked around, almost as if unsure she was really home. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and slid off the bed, showering and changing quickly as she tried not to think about the last time she'd seen Cell, and the look in his eyes when she'd met them. She ate a few bites of breakfast quickly, and walked to the shoe rack near the door until she saw the bags, freezing in place. She felt her heartbeat rise briefly before she heaved a sigh and walked over to grab a comfy pair of walking shoes, putting them on hurriedly before adjusting her black shorts and pink tank top, both of which hugged her curves. She didn't bother grabbing her keys or locking the door since she wasn't planning on staying out too long, and took a few steps out onto her lawn before pausing.

She looked around her at the trees and bushes, smiling a bit. She was reminded of her stay at Cell's arena, and remembered the beauty of nature as she began to walk again. "It'll be nice to get out of the house for a while…and who knows, maybe I'll even find a nice spring right in my own backyard." She laughed, stepping into the familiar canopy of the trees and looking around as she made her way deeper inside, "I guess I have Cell to thank for that…" Her words trailed off and her mind began thinking of the last few days, especially when she'd kissed him.

A couple of hours passed, and Sayah hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. She stopped walking and looked up at the sky, noticing it had begun to darken slightly, and she blinked, confused. "Have I really been gone for that long?" She uttered quietly, remembering that she'd woken up way past noon and laughing at herself, shaking her head. "That's right, I stayed up later than usual last night. Maybe I can find a shortcut back home." She said to no one, looking around for a moment before pointing in a different direction than she'd come from. "That looks kind of familiar. Either way I take, it'll be dark by the time I get home," she added, beginning her walk again as her mind took to wandering off once more.

She'd been walking for a few minutes when she heard the crunching of leaves and twigs as well as some quiet growling in the distance. She paused, turning to look in the direction she'd heard the noise and furrowing her eyebrows, noticing the growl was only getting louder. She felt a hint of fear in her chest, and she squinted to look at what was hiding behind the bushes when swiftly it appeared, what looked to be a huge saber-toothed cat or some other form of large feline, approaching her just like they would her prey.

"Shit," She whispered under her breath, and cautiously looked around her for something to use as a weapon, but only saw small twigs and leaves. She began to step back slowly, away from it, but for every step she took she saw it take one towards her as well. She suddenly panicked and took off into a full-fledged run, thanking herself for wearing sneakers as she did so, and felt the feline hot on her heels, causing her to panic even more. Her body began to tire as she moved, and just as she wondered if this was how she was going to spend her last moments, she tripped, falling face first onto the green grass and hearing the cat snarl as it lunged, missing her only because she'd fallen. She speedily rolled over onto her back, and sat up just in time to see the predator turn around and stare at her, causing her to rapidly back up in the opposite direction until she was sitting up against a tree trunk. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat when she saw it lunge for her once more, and she couldn't do anything but close her eyes and hold her hands out defensively in front of her, as if that was going to stop it. The next moment went by like a blur, and she only felt a large portion of energy leaving her body barely a second before she heard a loud thud, surprising her enough that she opened her eyes. She saw the feline laying a few feet from her, a large, gaping hole in its chest, and as blood began to seep from it she stood up, adrenaline pumping as she hesitantly walked over to it. She stood over it for a moment, and lifted her hands up to look at them just as all the adrenaline left her and she fell over from exhaustion. She barely registered landing in a pool of blood and seeing what appeared to be Cell's feet walking up from the distance, a small smile tracing her lips before everything went dark and she fell unconscious.

Cell's eyes snapped open and he was forced out of his meditation as soon as he noticed the sudden release of energy. It was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he knew it didn't belong to any of the warriors he expected to show at his tournament, but he recognized that it had come from the direction of the same woods Sayah's home was located in. He took off immediately, flying full speed en route to where he'd felt said energy be released.

He arrived just in time to see the fallen feline with a wide hole through its body laying on the ground, and Sayah staring down at it and then at her hands, just before she fell to the ground and unconscious shortly after. He walked up to them, studying the animal's wound briefly before looking at her, eyes widening. "Did she do this? How is that possible?" He thought dubiously, crouching down next to her and noticing the blood on her, inwardly panicking. "Did I not make it in time?" He added, turning her body over onto its back and studying it for any wounds, realizing she had none. He took a swipe of the liquid on Sayah's arm and sniffed it, realizing it was animal blood. "All of this blood is the feline's," he whispered quietly, picking Sayah up bridal style and quickly flying to her home, hurrying inside.

He set her down on her bed, on a towel he'd found hanging in the adjacent bathroom since he didn't want to get any blood on where she slept. He quickly grabbed some washcloths he found under her sink, dipping them in water and wringing them out so they were just damp, using them to clean the blood off of her. He paused briefly when he realized he'd have to change her out of the crimson-stained clothes she was wearing, and walked over to a closet, finding a black nightgown similar to the one she'd worn at his ring. His thoughts fleeted briefly to that night, and he shook his head to snap himself out of it before taking the garment off the hanger and setting it on the nightstand next to him. He hesitated as he reached for her tank top, taking it off and breathing a small sigh of relief when he saw her brassiere, his mind wandering again to when he'd pulled her out of the water a few nights ago. He had to snap himself out of the memory once more, trying to hurry and change her quickly but carefully. When he finished, she was wearing her nightgown and laying under the sheets, the blood-stained clothes and towels in a hamper he assumed was for laundry.

He walked back over to her, staring down at her sleeping face for a while, as if trying to decide whether to stay or go. He debated the thought for a few seconds longer before finally deciding to leave, telling himself that she wasn't in any danger and she didn't need anyone to take care of her since she hadn't been injured. He walked over to the glass double doors and opened them, walking out onto the balcony and glancing back for a brief moment before closing them and taking off into the sky, back to his tournament ring.

Sayah awoke suddenly, fear in her eyes from the dream she'd just had. She sat up quickly and looked herself over, noticing she had no wounds and letting out a sigh of relief. It took her a moment before she realized where she was, and the fact that she was laying tucked inside her bed. She began to remember everything that happened with the large cat, and she placed her hand on her forehead to ensure she didn't have a fever and was hallucinating. When she felt her body's warm regular temperature, she pushed the sheets aside and stood, spotting a body mirror out of the corner of her eye and seeing she wasn't wearing the same clothes as earlier. "So it wasn't a dream…" She stared at herself for a moment before the image of Cell's walking feet flooded her brain and she gasped, looking around. "Cell. I saw him! At least, I think I did…" She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, then froze when she remembered where she was. "That had to have been him, there's no way I got here on my own and changed myself." She whispered, blushing at the last set of words before a feeling of hope rose in her chest, and she began to look through each room in her home, speaking Cell's name aloud as if calling him. When she made it through both upstairs and downstairs with no sign of him, she let out a sad sigh, biting her lower lip and walking over to the bags he'd brought her the previous day. She reached into it and picked up the blanket she'd noticed his scent on, carrying it upstairs and placing it over her bed. She realized she was still wearing the same undergarments she'd had earlier that day and changed out of her bra, walking over to one of her drawers and looking for the matching silk-and-lace panties to the nightgown she was wearing. When she found them, she changed quickly and then walked back over to her bed, adjusted the blanket so it was laying mostly on the side she slept on, and gingerly made her way under the sheets again, closing her eyes and whispering softly.

"Who am I kidding. I'll probably never get to see him again…"

Cell stared impatiently at the spot where Sayah had once sat, as if still expecting her to be there. His arms were crossed and his lips were turned down into a frown, deep in thought. "She had to be the one who created the blast, there's no other explanation," He thought, remembering the way she'd looked at her hands before collapsing, and the size and shape of the hole in the animal's body. "But if that's the case, then she can't be a human. But she's also not a Saiyan, or I would've already found that out, especially during our first encounter. She would've been able to fight me, or at least not tire out so easily from running," He added, narrowing his eyes as if glaring, "Which leads me to believe my suspicions were correct. She must be an android, but not like the rest of them…at least not if she was created by Dr. Gero." He paused, peeling his steely gaze to stare up at the night sky, "There really is no other explanation. That must be why her name sounded so familiar…I must've found her because Gero wanted me to. Although I'm sure the good doctor would've never expected this turn of events," He smirked, thinking of the kiss he and Sayah had shared, and looking back down at the corner. He uncrossed his arms and thought about the way she'd looked at him when he'd managed to wake her up from that nightmare, her eyes full of yearning and even lust. He closed his eyes briefly, clenching his fists before he made up his mind, jumping into the air in the direction of Sayah's home.

When he arrived, he descended onto her balcony, seeing that she hadn't closed the curtains, which allowed him a clear view into her bedroom, and of her sleeping form on the bed. He watched her this way for a while, until he could no longer stand to be on the other side of the glass and slid the doors open quietly, stepping inside. He didn't bother closing them behind him, since he knew he'd most likely leave through that route anyway. He walked over to her bed, noticing the blanket and that she was laying on the opposite end of where he stood, but slept facing him. He sat down on the bed slowly, almost unsure of his own actions as he watched her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as he felt those unfamiliar emotions again. His thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly heard her speak, and he froze for a moment before realizing she was indeed still asleep, watching her face closely as he listened.

"Cell…please come back…" She uttered in her sleep, her fingers curling to grab her pillow and her face full of sorrow, "Please tell me I'm not crazy and that you care about me…"

Cell stared at her for a moment, hesitating. "You're not crazy," He whispered quietly, knowing she couldn't hear him. He watched as a tear fell from her eye and began to trickle down her face, which he caught with his thumb and wiped it away, still watching her.

Sayah barely felt someone's touch on her face and she stirred gently, gradually opening her eyes. She figured she was still asleep when she thought she saw what looked like Cell's armor in front of her, and she sat up gently, moving a strand of hair out of her line of sight. Her eyes trailed up his torso and stopped when she saw his face, staring briefly before parting her lips to speak. "Cell, please tell me that's really you." She whispered, her emerald eyes full of longing as she stared into his fuchsia ones.

Cell didn't speak, but merely stared at her as the feelings he'd suppressed for so long began to resurface. She was so close, right there in front of him that he almost couldn't believe it himself, and he felt his body's desire to touch her grow stronger, so much so that he decided to give in. He leaned forward slowly, almost tentatively, and closed his eyes just as he placed his lips on hers, tasting the strawberry that he remembered from their first real kiss.

Sayah watched him nervously as he stared at her, and she was sure she was seeing things until, just before she said something else, he began to lean towards her and kissed her. She felt a new and strange yet wonderful tingling sensation go down her entire body, her cheeks flushing as she returned his kiss, reaching her hands up to rest on his shoulders. She felt him tense briefly as she ran her hands further up to rest behind his head, but it didn't last long as she soon felt him relax again, slowly pulling away and looking at her. She stared into his eyes before lifting herself up to her knees, barely past his height and only because he was still sitting on the bed, their entranced stare never breaking. She moved her hands from his neck to his face, one on each side and only breaking their gaze as she leaned down to him, kissing him wistfully.

Cell couldn't hold himself back any longer and he deepened the kiss, placing his hands on her waist and lifting her up, pulling her onto his lap. He allowed his body to explore these foreign feelings and sensations, ones that he would dare say might even outmatch the feeling he got when he won a battle and took down an enemy. He pulled her closer, the space between their bodies nonexistent as he felt her open her mouth just enough to allow him to explore it with his tongue, feeling her body grow hotter with his touch. He ran his hands down the sides of her frame until they landed on her thighs, and he felt primal instinct take over as he easily picked her up and stood, feeling as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and pinned her up against the wall opposite her bed. Their kiss broke but only for him to look at her briefly, his eyes taking in the flush on her cheeks and moving to her lips when she whispered his name, noticing that the straps of her gown were off her shoulders and her dark brown hair rested on them instead, suddenly remembering the images of her he'd seen when they'd first met. He realized they must've been visions of this very moment, and he looked back up at her face, seeing the look of unrestrained desire burning in her eyes as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

He reached over and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he kissed her once more, roughly, knowing that he was losing control but not bothering to care. He held her arms there and ran his hand down her chest, allowing primal instinct to take over as he explored what he'd longed for but had kept himself away from. He traced his hand down to her thigh again and up her leg, touching her mound inquisitively through her soft, silky undies and smirking when she gasped, her back arching towards him and feeling as she struggled to free her hands, wanting to touch him. He pulled her nightgown off in one motion, releasing her wrists and feeling as she immediately placed her hands on his shoulders, looking down at him. He met her gaze briefly before pulling her close, kissing her neck and feeling the goosebumps forming on her skin when he traced his hands across her breasts. Although this was completely unfamiliar to him, he was letting his body, desires, and newly unearthed feelings take control, unable to stop himself from exploring her body as much as she would let him.

He knew he couldn't take it any longer when all he could focus on was the reaction she'd given him earlier, and he hungered for more. He pulled back from kissing her neck and looked up at her, seeing fondness and curiosity in her eyes. She kissed him fiercely and he ripped her underwear off effortlessly, taking care not to harm her as she smiled into his lips. He placed his hands on her thighs again and turned back to the bed, breaking the kiss only to lay her down, stepping back and looking at her. He ran his eyes down her body slowly, taking in every inch of her and committing it to memory before he reached down, removing the black, hardened plate armor covering his privates. He saw Sayah glance down briefly, and he felt a tingle of self-consciousness knowing that his outward appearance most definitely didn't compare to a human's, which most likely meant that his inner didn't either. He looked back up at her eyes and was met with affection and wonder, and he saw her smiling at him as she slowly and tentatively parted her legs, inviting him, and he then knew she didn't care. He traced his hands up her legs and leaned forward over her, noticing the delicate skin of her thighs brush against the outside of his armored body, feeling everything.

He towered over her and leant down to kiss her, using one arm to support himself as the other yearned to touch her warm body, his hand running anywhere and everywhere until it landed on her lower lips. He pulled back and observed her face closely as he traced his finger inside her lips, wanting to remember each and every detail. He paid close attention as he watched her, noticing the way she would react to certain touches and repeating them, noticing how her breathing was beginning to speed up. He could smell her scent so strongly that he almost couldn't hold himself back, but he did, wanting to see her enjoy this as much as he was, wanting for once to do something for someone other than himself, the one being on this planet he knew he truly cared about. He was fighting primal instincts with everything he had, her moans driving him almost crazy until suddenly, he felt her body shudder and her back arched, causing her to yell out his name. Her scent was even stronger now, and he smirked when she opened her eyes and smiled at him, placing her hands on each side of his face.

"Cell…I want you." Sayah whispered, her voice full of aching desire as she reached up and kissed him, wrapping her legs loosely around his waist. She was breathing heavily now, and she laid her head back down on the bed but refused to move her hands, which were now caressing his face.

Upon hearing the words she spoke and the tone of her voice, Cell knew he couldn't suppress his desire for her any longer and placed himself directly over her, entering her and letting out a deep, husky growl at the magnificent sensation. He watched her eyes closely, and noticed as they went from longing to lustful as he did so, feeling as her legs tightened around his waist and allowed him to go deeper. He closed his eyes, managing to keep enough control of his body so he didn't rip her bedsheets and break the bed beneath them. After a brief second, once he'd gotten more used to the feeling, he opened his eyes again and was met with Sayah's emerald ones, which smiled and shone in the moonlight peeking through the open glass doors. He started off slowly, feeling as Sayah's grip tightened on his shoulders, and he watched her face closely, listening as her breathing began to pick up even more and she made soft whimpers that turned into loud moans as he picked up speed. He felt the sensation inside him growing as he watched her, and he picked her up suddenly and pinned her against the wall again, tracing his hands up her arms as he held them above her head, feeling as she interlaced his fingers with his once their hands were touching. He never lost rhythm, and the space between their bodies was zero once more as he stared into her half-lidded eyes, neither of them wanting the moment to end.

Sayah was holding his hands so tightly she thought she'd break his fingers, but as she looked deep in his eyes she felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax again. She barely managed to whisper, "Cell, I'm going to—," before she reached her peak, moaning his name so loudly she was sure anyone within a 10-mile radius had heard her.

Cell knew she was getting close by the way her body reacted to every single one of his movements and his touch, as well as by watching her face and seeing the same signs he'd seen a few minutes beforehand. He was breathing deeply as well, knowing that his release was near and was brought on even sooner by hearing her words, releasing her hands and wrapping his arms around her petite frame, holding her tight to him. He didn't stop thrusting even after she climaxed again, his name escaping her lips in an array of pleasure and longing, and he knew he was close. He kissed her passionately and roughly as he felt his body succumb to not only primal pleasures, but the feelings he knew he'd grown for her and the mesmerizing feeling of knowing she cared for him too, regardless of what he looked like or what he'd done. He felt his body shudder in a similar way hers had and he broke their kiss only to growl even deeper than he had before, her name barely decipherable when he grunted it. The feeling he'd had was similar to when he went Super Saiyan, except it was much, much better and infinitely more pleasurable.

He held her close with one arm, placing the other against the wall to support himself, but there were strong shockwaves still coursing through his body from his release, and he accidentally made a large hole in the wall where his hand was. He shook the debris off his fingers easily, turning and setting Sayah down on the bed, exiting her slowly and carefully, hearing her let out a tiny sigh when he was done. He stretched himself to his full height, looking down at her and meeting her gaze, still trying to catch his breath.

Sayah eyed him curiously, smiling. She watched him replace the piece of armor that protected his groin and sat up, glancing over at her nightgown on the floor and gasping lightly when she saw it levitate and make its way over to her. She let out a soft laugh when it reached her, plucking it out of the air and putting it on, standing up on the bed. She was now at Cell's eye level and she stepped forward, closer to him, and placed her hands on his chest, staring deep into his eyes.

"I'm so glad you came back…" She whispered, her eyes softening as she looked at him and placed one hand on his cheek, leaving the other on his chest.

Cell grinned mischievously, showing his perfect teeth, then placed his hand over hers on his face, "I am as well." He uttered quietly, suddenly picking her up bridal style, hearing her yelp in surprise. He walked over to the side of the bed she slept on and sat her down on it, feeling her reach out immediately for his hand.

"Wait, you're not leaving, are you?" Sayah asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Not unless you wish me to." He responded, looking down at her and looking at her eyes, which stared back with yearning and desire.

"No, not at all. Please, stay with me." She patted the spot next to her on the bed, watching as his eyes moved from her, to it, then back to her.

Cell hesitated for only a brief second before smirking. "Very well. I shall stay." He watched her eyes beam to life and full of happiness, and released her hand as he walked to the opposite side of the bed she was on. "I don't sleep, but feel free to." He crossed his arms across his chest, looking at her with a smug smile.

Sayah rolled her eyes, laughing a bit. "Well thank you for giving me permission." She responded, laying down under the sheets and snuggling up to them. "And you feel free to sit or lay down on the bed next to me." She grinned, her eyelids getting heavy as she felt her body's weariness to the fullest, falling almost immediately asleep once she closed her eyes.

Cell stared at her, watching as she drifted off into sleep. He sat down on the bed briefly before deciding to lay on his back, placing his hands behind his head as he stared forward at the hole he'd made in the wall of the house. He smirked, closing his eyes and remembering every detail of what he and Sayah had just shared, and allowed himself to get lost in the memories they'd just made.

A/N: So, I hope those of you that read this entire chapter liked it! This was my first time actually writing out a detailed scene like this, so hopefully I did okay! Again, thanks for reading and I look forward to hearing your comments!

Many hugs,

~SinTotchi