Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Devotion ❯ Devotion ( One-Shot )

Devotion by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I have never and will not ever make a profit from Dragon Ball Z and any of its merchandise. Akira Toriyama owns all of the rights to Dragon Ball Z.

Warning: This story contains YAOI, and obscene language. It is NOT for under aged readers.

Author's Note: Cell and Frieza, an odd combination, it's true, but haven't you ever wondered how these power hungry characters managed to put their egos aside and decided to work together? Well I have, and here is my assumption. Sure, it might be a rather improbable one, but hey, it's my version and I like it!

*****

It was a hellish place, this dimension. The mere fact that he could not escape this awful world made him furious. His father and his subordinates were of no help to him since they made his anger more palpable.

He was bored and he was tired of having bumbling buffoons for company. He missed his former minions. He especially missed Zarbon. The narcissistic green alien had been a very intimate friend of his. That is until Vegeta had killed him.

Frieza found it strange that Zarbon had not made it to this odd place. He wondered where the vain alien was and even ached to see him again.

Oh yes, Jeice made an excellent little replacement, but he was extremely stupid. He had to be told what to do, and he made no effort to discover things on his own. Frieza might as well have been coupling with a puppet.

As if things were not already bad, his father, King Cold, was invading his territory. With no other, attractive, subservient devotee around, the king was drawn to his son's conquest. Jeice, the imbecile, did not seem to mind the extra attention.

Another bushel of thorns in his side was the other members of the Ginyu Force. Their constant bickering and nonsensical betting drove Frieza mad.

Frieza had had enough. He wanted out of this miserable world and he wanted out of it now!

*****

A high-pitched noise alerted them of a new arrival. They looked up at the sky and watched as a figure came hurtling down to the ground.

"Maybe its Captain Ginyu!" Recoome shouted excitedly.

Frieza rolled his eyes. He hoped that it was not the leader of these bumbling idiots. He wondered again, what he had seen in the Ginyu Force that made him think that they were so great when they were clearly not. It had been bad judgment on his part, but at the time, they had been a powerful bunch.

Frieza's curiosity did not let him linger on such trivial thoughts. He flew towards the billowing cloud of dust to investigate. The others followed him.

He landed in the midst of the great cloud, his eyes picking out a large form that stood up from the crater that it had made on impact. His eyesight was keener than that of his lackeys so he was the first to see the creature that had disrupted their bleak world. The newcomer resembled an armor-plated lizard. To Frieza's discomfort, he was taller than he was -almost a giant. His green flesh was mottled with black spots. The creature stretched, cracking his neck. This movement allowed Frieza to see that the being had wings and of all things, a tail.

Frieza was almost hypnotized by the creature's anatomy. He would have continued to gawk at the newcomer had the creature not stared at him rudely in turn.

Frieza closed his mouth and straightened his shoulders. He crossed his arms and flailed his tail about him. It was a territorial motion, warning the newcomer that he was the boss here.

Frieza felt his father and the others presence. Naturally, they relied on him to make conversation with the creature.

Frieza opened his mouth to speak, but the being spoke first.

"My, aren't you a little darling," the creature said, taking in Frieza.

Frieza decided instantly that he did not like the overgrown green oaf. "Who are you?" He demanded bitterly.

"The name's Cell. Who are you?"

"I am Frieza."

"Frieza," Cell laughed. "What kind of a name is that?"

The Ginyu Force collectively gasped at the creature's show of disrespect.

King Cold laughed in delight at his son's obvious indignation. "Surely you're not going to let him get away with that."

"Stay out of this, father!"

Cell patted his head and said, "Now, now. No need to get angry little one."

Frieza was outraged. How dare this behemoth touch him?

"I am not a child!" Frieza swung at him, hitting him in the stomach.

Cell let out a grunt and rubbed at the area. "I underestimated your strength."

Frieza was just as surprised as he was. A punch like that usually went through his victims, but it had only left Frieza's knuckles feeling a bit sore. "What the hell are you?"

"You mean you don't know?"

Frieza was getting tired of him.

"I am the creation of Dr. Gero," Cell told him. "I am an android -the ultimate warrior. No one can defeat me."

"Oh?" Frieza crossed his arms and grinned. "If that's so, then why are you here?"

"A slight misjudgment on my part," he muttered irritably.

I have touched a nerve, Frieza mused, well good for me!

"But Goku is dead and that makes it all worth the sacrifice."

"Goku?" the Saiyan's name caught Frieza's attention. He had had nightmares about the golden haired monkey. "You killed him?"

"Not exactly. He sacrificed himself in an attempt to stop me. He killed himself for nothing."

Goku was dead. The golden haired monkey was dead. Frieza could not believe it. "But you are dead."

"He did not kill me," Cell said. "I regenerated and was about to trounce his offspring when the little maggot and his friends attacked me all at once."

"Those fiends," Frieza said without an ounce of sympathy. Still, he realized that Cell must have been very strong for Goku to resort to suicide in an effort to destroy him.

Maybe the big nuisance would come in handy. If only he could-!

Frieza's scheming was put on hold as he became aware of something most disturbing.

What does he think he is doing?

Frieza watched as Jeice sidled up to Cell. The white haired warrior was visibly showing off his attributes. Frieza was disgusted. The ungrateful fool! Frieza had half a mind to -!

Cell caught him looking at them and grinned. Frieza grumbled and stalked off. He did not need this. He had better things to do than watch Jeice make a complete fool out of himself. Cell could have the turncoat for all he cared. Besides, Frieza had grown tired of him. He was his father's concern now.

Frieza walked towards the blood red lake and stared out at its unmarred surface. It was a putrid place. The lake was surrounded with razor sharp pieces of metal -this world's version of a dense forest, Frieza guessed. It was frightening to imagine what would happen if anyone were to fall on top of the sharpened blades. An image of Cell skewered on top of one of them made him smile.

A Cell kebob, he thought. How fitting.

Frieza flicked a pebble into the lake with the end of his tail. Too bad they were already dead. He would have loved to kill the annoying creature.

He could hear Recoome and Burter nearby, making unnecessary wagers on their friend.

"Jeice'll catch his interest within five minutes. It happened to Captain Ginyu and it happened to King Cold," Recoome said.

"Yeah, but lord Frieza was a challenge for him," Burter argued. "This guy is made of stronger stuff."

Frieza gritted his teeth and growled. They were talking about him behind his back!

He flew towards the two aliens, taking them by surprise.

"What were you two losers saying? I don't think that I heard you right!"

"Lord Frieza," Burter sweat dropped and started to tremble. "We didn't mean to offend you!"

"Y-Yeah," Recoome agreed, waving his hands in front of him in an attempt to placate him. "We didn't mean anything by it, honest!"

"If you two weren't already dead I'd kill you for your insolence!"

"We're sorry, lord Frieza!" they both blubbered.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" He aimed a fireball at them. The explosion sent them flying in different directions. Recoome landed in the lake. Burter narrowly missed the metal forest. Frieza, his temper somewhat appeased, stormed back to where the others were gathered.

He felt everyone's eyes upon him. They had seen the explosion.

He sat down on a small boulder, his back facing them.

"For such a tiny thing you're certainly a spoiled and temperamental brat."

Frieza faced his accuser and glowered at him. "HOW DARE YOU?"

King Cold's laughter reverberated around them.

"I take it that I am the first to have pointed it out to you?" Cell assumed, looking unaffected by Frieza's sudden anger.

Frieza stared at him as if he had just crawled out from beneath a rock. Cell had no idea who he was talking to, no idea at all.

"You've gotten him so mad that he can't even speak!" King Cold was holding his sides and shaking with mirth.

"Shut up, father!" his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Face it son, he's figured you out. You are a spoiled brat."

Only his father had ever called him that, and out of affection. There was nothing affectionate about Cell. Frieza hated him. He was a glory hound. So he had brought about Goku's downfall -big deal! He was still just a lab experiment with an unnatural amount of power.

"You are nothing more than an insignificant test tube warrior!" Frieza threw out at him.

Cell stared dumbly at him and blinked. Jeice and the others watched him, waiting to see what he would do. Finally, Cell threw his head back and laughed. No doubt, they were hoping that Cell would put him in his place. Frieza was stunned by his action.

"You're mad," Frieza assumed.

Cell focused his unwavering gaze at him, his tail swishing about excitedly. Frieza felt his face grow warm. Why was he staring at him? Frieza had killed his followers for much less offenses. The fact that he could not kill this creature greatly disturbed him.

"Are you through pretending to be offended?" Cell asked him.

Frieza had had just about enough of his presence. He turned and wrapped his tail around his legs, signaling to Cell that he had decided to ignore him. Cell, however, was unwilling to drop the subject.

"I admit that I am intrigued by your…biting personality. It is a most welcome amusement."

Frieza heard Guldo, the smallest member of the Ginyu force snickering. He would have to teach the little toad some manners.

"Don't think that I can't beat you! I'm just as strong as you are!" he burst out.

"Well put, son. I think that you have him shaking in his boots." King Cold did so enjoy teasing his son. Frieza was a source of never ending entertainment for him. He was much more amusing than his older and unemotional brother Kooler.

Frieza sweat dropped at his father's remark. The king could be so embarrassing at times.

Cell studied the brooding prince in silence. He found the alien to be quite enticing -quick temperament and all. He wondered what it would take to make the prince more hospitable towards him. Perhaps the white haired nuisance, Jeice, could tell him more about Frieza. He called the red-skinned male to his side and bade him to follow. The sooner he learned about Frieza, the sooner he would have him purring with pleasure.

*****

Jeice.

The simpering fool had shown his true colors. How easily he had gone off with the newcomer. Frieza was so mad that he could blast something. No one worthy of his punishment was within reach of him. Instead, he angrily thrashed his tail against the ground, sending pieces of rock flying.

"I have never seen you like this before," King Cold told him. "Your anger is far too reserved. Guldo -let Frieza use you as a punching bag."

Guldo trembled in horror at the command. "But sire -!"

"Really Goldo, you're already dead. The pain will go away," King Cold said.

"But sire," Guldo wailed, "I'm not the one who made him angry!"

"Are you refusing an order?" King Cold sent him an icy glare.

Guldo supplicated himself, bowing down to him and begging for forgiveness.

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?" Frieza yelled.

King Cold pursed his lips in displeasure and muttered, "It looks like someone needs a nap."

*****

Cell leaned against the rough rock face and watched with amusement as Jeice strutted before him.

"I thought that we'd never be alone. Sometimes lord Frieza can go on and on when he's angry," Jeice flicked his hair over his shoulder.

"You mean that he is always like this?" Cell asked.

"Oh, yes. He was much mellower before we all ended up here."

"It sounds like you're both well acquainted.

Jeice shrugged and replied, "I owe my allegiance to him."

"But you are dead. He has no need of your allegiance any longer," Cell pointed out.

Jeice traced one of Cell's spots on his breastplate. "You're right," he said, "I can be persuaded to switch sides."

"How fast your loyalty changes," Cell frowned. He did not like to think that Frieza was in the company of a traitor.

"Tell me, Jeice. Does the little tyrant keep you as his closest confidant?"

Jeice laughed softly and answered, "Frieza doesn't trust his own father let alone me."

His answer pleased him.

"The prince did have Zarbon."

"Zarbon? Who is this Zarbon?"

"He was Frieza's most trusted warrior."

Cell did not like the sound of that. "Where is this Zarbon?"

Jeice boldly leaned his hips into Cell and circled his arms around is waist. "Zarbon died on planet Namek."

Cell pondered the information. He knew that whatever relationship Frieza and Zarbon had shared was unknown to Frieza's henchman. If he wanted the real facts, he would have to question the source himself. The way that Frieza was acting towards him guaranteed that he would get nothing from him but his ire.

Cell ran his fingers through Jeice's thick white mane and clenched a fist full. He tugged on the locks until Jeice's body arched against him. Cell could see that the alien warrior was stimulated by his rough manner. He wondered if Frieza used him thusly to assuage his rage.

"Are you the only lover that he has taken here?"

Jeice, dazed by his lust, took some time to absorb the question. "Yes. He only likes attractive companions. I'm the only one here who fits his needs."

At least in looks, Cell thought silently.

Cell released him and removed Jeice's hands from his waist. Jeice looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, except that I find you to be boring," Cell told him.

"W-What?"

"I have set my sights on someone else."

"Who?" Jeice seemed genuinely distressed at being rejected.

"That is no concern of yours."

Cell's inquiries had pointed to one person.

"You're planning to catch lord Frieza's eye." He could not believe it. "Good luck, mate."

Cell heard sarcasm in his voice. "You don't think that I can do it?"

Jeice turned his back on him and said, "You're not his type."

Cell laughed at him. "Really?"

"There is no way that he'll want you. He already hates you. You did not exactly win him over the first moment you met him. He won't have anything to do with you."

"I think that I'd rather hear him say that, not his jealous lackey."

Jeice bristled with anger. "Then go ahead and be humiliated. You'll wish that you had chosen me instead."

"I seriously doubt that," Cell drawled.

Jeice blanched at his words and went off to lick his wounds. Cell knew that what had happened between them would remain a secret. The alien's pride would not allow his dismissal to be made public. The others would think that Cell had made use of Jeice's hospitality. Cell did not care, because he was already plotting out his next encounter with Frieza.

*****

Frieza did not stay to see Jeice's return. He left Guldo and his father and flew a few miles away towards some mountainous masses. He alighted upon a rock ledge and sat down, curling his tail about him. He stared off into the horizon, thinking about his past, realizing how much he missed being alive.

The one thing that he missed the most was being in Zarbon's arms. He had loved the vain alien, but had never told him so. He could not have told him anyway. He had had an image to uphold.

Filthy Vegeta had killed him. After all that he had done for him. Frieza had practically raised the Saiyan -clothed him, fed him, made him one of the most feared warriors in the universe. The ungrateful monkey had paid him back by killing Zarbon and betraying Frieza, siding with others to bring about his downfall. According to Cell, the Saiyan prince was still alive. Frieza thought that he had killed him on Namek. He had apparently been wished back with the Dragonballs.

Bitterness filled him. Why was Vegeta alive when Zarbon was dead? And why wasn't Zarbon here with him?

"There you are. I have been looking all over for you."

Frieza stiffened as Cell landed on the ledge.

"I have a proposition for you."

"I don't want to hear it." Frieza said gruffly.

"Too bad, you're going to hear it anyway."

His impudence shocked him.

"I have decided that I will adapt better here if I take on a companion," Cell explained.

"What do I care if you take Jeice as your lover?" Frieza snarled.

"Oh, it's not Jeice who I want."

"Who else could it possibly be?"

Cell stared pointedly at him. Frieza looked at him askew. "Are you insane? I hate you!"

"An emotion that can easily be overcome," Cell said. "We will have an eternity to change your disposition on the matter."

Frieza could not hold it back any longer. He broke out into maniacal laughter. "YOU AND ME! STOP IT! YOU'RE TOO MUCH!"

Cell sweat dropped. When it appeared that the little alien would not quit anytime soon, Cell frowned and told him, "I am glad that you find this amusing."

"Go away!"

"No brat. I mean to have you."

"I already told you, I don't want you!" Frieza stood and flew off the ledge. Cell followed him to his great annoyance. "Don't you have someplace else to be?"

"You're not getting rid of me."

Frieza let out a cry of frustration. "If all you want is someone to fuck, why don't you go to Jeice? He fucks with everyone!"

"I'm not interested in Jeice, Frieza."

"When did you realize that, after you took him?"

The creature smiled. Frieza wondered what he was so happy about. Frieza increased his speed. Unfortunately, Cell managed to keep up with him. Frieza itched to blast him out of the sky. Instead, he halted in midair and descended to the ground. Cell landed a few seconds after him.

"Stay away from me," Frieza warned.

"Is that what you told Goku when you realized that you couldn't beat him?"

Frieza visibly stiffened at his words. He couldn't speak, but the rage was there and it permeated from his body. He was so angry that his hands glowed with his power.

Cell picked the flustered prince up, trapping him in his embrace. Frieza's arms were pinned down at his sides.

"What are you doing? Put me down this instant or I'll -!"

"You forget so easily that we are dead," Cell said and gave the writhing tyrant a squeeze.

Frieza thrashed his tail against the creature's sides, trying to dole out some damage. The monster did not even flinch. Frieza kicked at him then finally wrapped his tail around Cell's neck and squeezed. The sound of bones popping and muscles tearing rent the air. Frieza would have laughed in triumph had the injury not been his own.

He cried out in pain. His tail limply fell away. Cell narrowed his gaze and said, "Now look at what you have done."

He set Frieza down on the ground and knelt down beside him. The prince was lying on his stomach quivering with pain. Cell placed a hand on Frieza's back to hold him still. He used his other hand to check Frieza's tail. The appendage was shaking with it.

"What are you doing? Stop, you're making it worse!"

"Do you want me to kiss it for you and make it feel better?" Cell asked.

Frieza went still at his words. Was he serious? "Of course not!"

Cell chuckled and licked at the traumatized limb. Frieza's fingers dug into the dirt. Cell moved, positioning himself behind of the little monarch. He let Frieza's tail rest against his chest and used his hands to massage the strained member.

Frieza gasped at the pain that encompassed him. He thought that Cell wanted to make him suffer, wanted him to beg for mercy. The anger that built up inside of him would not settle for defeat.

"You enjoy torturing me, don't you? Well, I could not care less what you do! You will not break me!"

"Where are you getting these foolish ideas from? Why would I want to break you?" Cell questioned him.

"You want to show the others that you're stronger than me," Frieza answered, "and that I'm weak!"

"But you are weak, my prince," Cell said bluntly. "I am stronger than you, but you are stronger than most."

That was what it all came down to. Goku. Cell was stronger than Goku, but Frieza was not. It infuriated him.

Cell slipped Frieza's tailbones back into place. He took his time in taking his hands off the small alien. He had liked being close to him.

Frieza, on the other hand, had not. As soon as his tail was free of Cell's grasp, he got to his feet and put some distance between them.

"Don't I get a thank you?" Cell inquired.

"For hurting me? I'd sooner rot in -!"

Cell laughed at his thoughtless blunder.

Frieza flushed with embarrassment.

Cell placed his hands on the prince's shoulders and slid them along the hard violet surface that melded with his skin. His fingers moved lower to the smooth, pale flesh on Frieza's arms. Frieza had a sleek little body that was slightly muscular. His stomach was flat, the upper portion sporting another violet armor like plating in the center. The violet protection made Cell aware of the similarities that they shared. He too had such plating on his body, but they were larger and much darker than Frieza's.

"We will do well together, you and me," he told him, his voice hoarse with desire.

Frieza tried to pull away and said, "We have nothing in common!"

"And what did you and Zarbon have in common?"

Frieza froze at the mention of his lover's name. Cell used the alien's shock against him. He picked Frieza up and tasted his tiny mouth. Frieza's eyes widened at his audacity. Cell ran his tongue along the seam of his lips, seeking entry. Frieza refused to give him access. Cell settled for nibbling at the dark flesh. When he lifted his head to study Frieza's reaction, the alien pulled back his fist and slammed it into Cell's jaw. He was unprepared for the blow and released him.

"NEVER TOUCH ME!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Eech, you disgust me!"

Cell's amber colored eyes darkened. Frieza continued to berate him. "Who could ever want you? You were made in a lab! You are no better than the dirt beneath my feet!"
"Stop it."

"That scientist should have discarded you the moment that you were created!"

"Stop it."

"Why, am I making you angry?"

"On the contrary, you're making me want you even more." He grabbed Frieza and kissed a path down his neck. His arms were like bands of steel. Frieza couldn't move.

"You're so diabolically evil." Cell said. "It was brilliant of you to try and hurt me with your words. It is too bad for you that they backfired."

The oaf was turned on by his spitefulness. Just how twisted was he?

"Say something else," Cell pressed.

"Put me down!"

"If you insist." Cell quickly pinned him to the ground with his weight. He ran his hands down Frieza's sides and used his tail to widen the prince's legs. He wedged his hips between them. Frieza gasped as his body was pressed flush against his loins.

"Why so quiet, my prince?"

Frieza fought hard to control it, but his instincts ruled him. He felt the hidden fold between his legs part. His organ slipped free, hard and throbbing.

Cell felt the change take place and smiled. "Ah, what a delightful surprise."

Frieza had never been ashamed of his anatomy before. Zarbon had never given him a reason to be. Jeice had never seen the change because Frieza never allowed him to. But this particular moment left him feeling degraded because Cell had caused it to happen.

Frieza growled and yelled, "GET OFF ME!"

"Oh, no, no, no," Cell said, "not when you're clearly in need of my services."

"I don't need -!"

"No lies, my lord." He eased off him long enough to look at Frieza's erection. "As headstrong as its owner."

"Will you shut up?" Two bright spots colored Frieza's cheeks.

Cell chuckled and groped at the prominent member. "I wonder does it taste as good as it looks."

"That's enough!"

"It certainly is." Cell pumped his hand up and down Frieza's cock.

Frieza's bruised tail curled. Cell's fingers worked magic on him, soothing his anger yet still elevating his blood pressure in the process. No one since Zarbon had been able to do that. That Cell had that much power over him frightened him.

"No," he protested. "You're not Zarbon."

"I'm better than Zarbon," Cell boasted and tugged Frieza's swollen shaft.

Frieza groaned and let the sensation flow through him. Cell kissed him, coaxed his lips apart and tasted his warmth. It was more than he imagined, well worth the chase.

Frieza's toes twitched.

Cell moved down his body, kissing Frieza's slender hips, the little alien sat up and stopped him. "Don't do it."

"As if that will stop me," Cell told him and thrust Frieza's organ into his mouth.

Frieza grasped his head and exhaled loudly. The sight of Cell's head bobbing up and down his cock made him hot with desire. He found himself pushing Cell's head down over his length -not that the creature needed his assistance. Cell was handling the task remarkably well. He showed a definite liking for it.

Frieza gritted his teeth as Cell swirled his tongue around his trunk and caressed Frieza's thighs. His intense suction made Frieza throw his head back and cry out as his seed erupted into Cell's mouth. Cell licked him clean and smirked when Frieza's hands fell away from him trembling.

"Better than Zarbon," he repeated smugly.

Frieza's sanity returned to him in an instant.

Cell leaned towards him for another kiss. Frieza placed a foot on the creature's chest and pushed him away saying, "I'm done, thank you."

Cell sat back on his heels and said, "Save your thanks for later when I've completed the endeavor."

"There won't be a later you thickheaded fool! I'm putting an end to this right now!"

Frieza's flaccid sex slowly retracted back into his body. Cell watched the occurrence in fascination.

"Are you not in the mood anymore?" he asked.

"No," Frieza snapped.

"Maybe I can change that."

"No!"

"I will not go unsatisfied, brat," Cell told him sternly.

"Don't call me that!"

Cell smiled wickedly and then muttered, "Brat."

Frieza powered up his ki. The concentrated energy threw Cell back several feet.

Frieza stood. "I said that we are finished! Don't expect anything else to happen between us!"

Frieza left, beating a hasty retreat. Cell supposed that the alien was afraid of having another intimate encounter with him, not because he hated Cell, but because he had enjoyed the experience. Cell believed that Frieza was very selfish to have taken his pleasure and given him nothing in return. Cell forgave him for his inconsideration. He had no doubt that with a little coercion he could have Frieza right where he wanted him.

*****

He had taken his father's advice and gone to sleep away from the others -who to Frieza's annoyance were acting very suspicious. But sleep offered him no peace. Images of Zarbon haunted his dreams. Then he was there, Cell, replacing Zarbon's exceptionally beautiful face. He was laughing at Frieza's inability to hide his arousal.

Frieza made a cry of anguish and awakened with a start. To his horror, his organ was standing out proudly from his hips. Precum oozed from its tip.

He tried convincing himself that Zarbon's image had caused his arousal. It was not the first time that it had happened. His mind argued that it had been many years since his last wet dream, but Frieza refused to acknowledge it. If he did, it would mean that he was indeed attracted to Cell.

Frieza frowned at the thought. He sat up cross-legged, and stared in disappointment at his appendage. He sighed disparagingly.

"Problem?"

Cell's voice made him want to bury his head in the ground. "Are you spying on me?"

"Yes," Cell admitted shamelessly. He was standing on a boulder near Frieza.

"How long have you been here?"

Cell was silent.

"Answer me!"

"Shortly after you fell asleep."

Frieza hunched his shoulders and said, "I don't need you to watch over me."

"Then what do you need?"

"Zarbon."

"Malicious brat. That is not what I meant," Cell said, his voice raised in anger.

"You cannot give me what I want. It is impossible."

"Let me be the judge of that."

Frieza, knowing that the task was unattainable, told him, "I want to get out of this world. I'm sick of it. I want out."

Cell raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is that all?"

"You…you can do it?"

Cell frowned. He did not like it when the little alien forgot that Cell was not one of his cronies. "Are you questioning my power?"

Frieza knew better than to upset the creature. He was more powerful than he was. Frieza accepted the fact, grudgingly. He shook his head and answered no.

"But can you do it?"

"I'm not sure, but I will try," he said, "for a price."

Frieza was afraid to ask. "What price?"

Cell smiled and muttered, "You know the price, brat."

Frieza sweat dropped and blushed. "All right, but just once."

"No. That is not acceptable."

"You can't expect us to be lovers."

"You will accept it or stay here forever," Cell said.

"Zarbon was beautiful," Frieza told him. "You have no chance of living up to him."

"Stop it, you're flattering me," he said dryly.

Frieza figured that the creature would soon tire of their forced relationship. Frieza could be malicious when the occasion called for it. His unruly temperament would surely drive the lumbering oaf away.

"Cooking up a scheme?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Don't be paranoid," Frieza snapped. "I need time to think about our negotiation."

"What is there to think about? Either you want to stay here or you do not. Make a decision."

"Do not rush me!"

"Perhaps I should make the choice for you -"

"If you do, all negotiations will be off!"

Cell snarled in frustration and was in front of him in a blink of an eye. He picked the little tyrant up and pressed him up against the rock face. "What will it be Frieza?"

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? RELEASE ME!"

"TELL ME YOUR DECISION!"

The small alien went still at Cell's outburst. Cell was seething with pent up rage. His amber eyes turned red with it. Astounded by the creature's brutal emotion, Frieza forgot to berate him for his forceful behavior. Instead, he calmed himself down and gave Cell his answer.

"Okay. You win."

Cell's eyes returned to amber. A grin softened his features. "I knew that you'd see things my way."

"The others must not know of our arrangement," Frieza added at the last minute. "I don't want them to know that you and I…"

"They will learn of it eventually. They are not that stupid. Each time we go off together," at this Frieza looked away from him, "they will know. Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Didn't you and Jeice go through the same thing?"

"Yes, but…there was no question as to who was in control," The bright spots appeared again.

"Ah."

Jeice had been the submissive. Now Frieza was going to be Cell's personal, obedient conquest. The idea made chaos run rampant in his brain. Only Zarbon had had the pleasure of taking him. Cell would be the second individual to do so. He was large; and Frieza reasoned that his member would be exceptionally large also.

"Zarbon?"

"Was in control," Frieza hastily confirmed.

"I am in control now."

"Are you jealous of my relationship with Zarbon?"

"It no longer exists," he said.

"Yet every time his name is mentioned you seem offended."

"I'm glad that he's not here," Cell admitted. "I have you all to myself."

Frieza could not believe it. The spotted fool was actually jealous. "Remarkable."

"We must celebrate our pact. Initiate it if you will," Cell suggested.

"With blood?" Frieza sounded most eager.

"No, maybe later." He kissed the corners of Frieza's bow shaped lips. "A trial run is what I had in mind."

"Absolutely not!"
"You need the relief, brat." He held Frieza's member, gave it a couple of tugs. "I am going to give it to you."

His forceful behavior made shivers run up and down his spine. The sensation was completely unexpected. Frieza liked being ordered around by him. The realization baffled him. When did that happen?

"All right."

His meek compliance startled yet contented Cell.

The android pressed his body fully against Frieza's. Frieza gasped at the feel of him. He was hard all over where Frieza was soft. The contrast was stimulating. His spotted armor looked bright beneath Frieza's pale fingers. He splayed them over Cell's breastplate, testing the texture of the armor. It was smooth and unmarred, not an anomaly in sight. Frieza slid his hands over Cell's arms and examined the strength there. The android was indeed powerful. Frieza envied him.

His fingers ventured along Cell's thick-corded neck. Frieza's signature move, the feather touch could have probably pierced a hole through the androids' throat, had he the desire to use it, but Frieza did not want to be thrashed for his vindictiveness.

He touched the yellow expanse that separated Cell's armor plating from his face. The bright colored area also stretched over his ears -which resembled Frieza's in shape. He touched the dark bands that looked like they had been tattooed on either side of Cell's face.

Frieza admitted to himself that Cell was not bad looking. He was no Zarbon, but he possessed an attractiveness all of his own. Frieza surmised that being with him would be extraordinary. It would almost be as if he was coupling with his own kind.

It would take some getting used to.

"Kiss me, now," Cell demanded.

Frieza complied. He licked Cell's parted lips and molded his mouth to his own. He deepened the kiss, finding Cell's taste satisfactory. He rubbed his swollen cock against Cell, hungry for gratification. Cell drew him down to the ground and sat back on his heels. He grinned at Frieza and told him, "You're very quiet, my prince. Are you afraid?"

Frieza shook his head. "No."

Cell gently pinched the underside of Frieza's thigh. The alien winced. "What did you do that for?" he asked angrily.

"To get your temper up," Cell said with a hint of mischief.

"Don't do it again!" Frieza reprimanded him.

Cell chuckled. A blue flash of energy enveloped his lower region. Frieza was briefly blinded by it. When the light disappeared, Cell's burgeoning member was there in all its full glory. It was long and thick as Frieza guessed that it would be. Despite his frightening dimensions, Frieza was looking forward to having all of his impressive girth inside of him. He was so overcome by his greed that he reached for Cell's staff.

"Ah, ah, ah," Cell knocked his hand aside.

Frieza bristled.

Cell pressed his weight into him. Frieza gasped and embraced him, holding him tighter. His legs locked around Cell's waist. His tail curled around Cell's. "That's it."

Frieza nearly spilled his seed.

"You are so soft, Frieza. I feel as if I could break you in half."

"For an android you can be really stupid," Frieza said. "You're not that heavy."

"My brave little prince," Cell did not have the heart to tell him that not all of his weight was against him.

Cell got to his hands and knees and instructed Frieza to stay still. Using one hand, he positioned his shaft against Frieza's entrance. He nudged at the portal with his cock and gritted his teeth as he forced his way inside.

Frieza cried out, his tail clenching Cell's in a death grip. Cell pushed his member all the way in and ordered Frieza to move. Frieza obeyed. The little alien pumped his hips over him, filling Cell's ears with his cries.

"It can be like this forever, brat," Cell whispered, his voice husky with passion.

Frieza wished that he would shut up and revel in their joining as he was doing. Did he realize the effect that he was having on him? His words and his body's massive endowment made him feel things that only Zarbon had made him feel. The fact startled and confused Frieza. It forced him to push away his troubling thoughts and instead focus on taking Cell into his body.

Cell groaned. He flexed their tails. His ecstasy was starting to get to him. He finally had the prince right where he wanted him, and the little brat was bending to him completely. He seemed starved for affection. He loved the intimacy that they shared. His pure abandon made Cell think of Frieza's lover.

Zarbon had enjoyed such glimpses of the prince's fervent passion. Had his heart filled with pure devotion for the little tyrant as Cell's was doing now? Cell had never been loyal to anyone but himself -and Dr. Gero's wishes. Why had the diminutive alien cause such allegiance within him? It baffled him so that he was taken aback when the prince's hot semen spilled against his stomach. The trembling appendage was trapped against the flatness of their bellies. Frieza's constant movements had milked the swollen shaft to release, nestled as it was between them. The sensations of the thick essence coating his flesh and trickling down the sides of Frieza's lean waist, made Cell lick his lips.

Frieza's mouth was open in a silent cry. He had stopped pumping his body over Cell's rod -the strength of his orgasm leaving room for nothing else but absolute surrender to the moment.

Cell kissed his tiny mouth and rolled until he was on his back. Grasping Frieza by the hips, he forced the slight creature over his cock, taking him with all of the fury that he had created within his turbulent mind. Frieza dug his fingers into Cell's vulnerable flesh -the area that was visible and not protected by his armor. He perversely delighted in the pain that he produced.

"You're not so strong after all," Frieza taunted and withdrew his tail from Cell's. He used the agile limb to stroke Cell's thighs and calves and even to probe along the seams of his armor.

His vindictiveness drove Cell wild. The android claimed him fiercely. Frieza bit back his cries and continued to mock him. Cell saw that this was like a game for him -another turn on to add to the inferno that was their passion.

He slid his hands up the back of his slender lover and cruelly pierced his flesh with his claws. Frieza arched his neck and cried out in rapture.

Cell began to understand this side of him. Malevolent by nature, Frieza was accustomed to the harshness of pain. It was all that he knew, and Cell suspected that it was a customary act for the creatures of Frieza's race.

Frieza held on to Cell's arms and shuddered. Cell grinned and slid his fingers down to the alien's small buttocks, causing tracks in the blood that oozed from Frieza's love wounds.

Frieza sighed and told him, "How long do you intend to hold back? Do it now. I want it, now."

Cell gritted his teeth at his demands and muttered, "Brat."

Frieza laughed and licked his dark little lips. It was all the provocation that Cell needed. The floodgates of his desire opened up and soaked Frieza with his ardor. Frieza gasped as the warmth filled him. He buried his face against Cell's chest, his cheeks burning with heat.

Cell quaked beneath him as the last slivers of desire receded from his body.

They remained in this way for a while; Frieza sprawled on top of Cell. The scent of their intimacy with each other clung to their skin.

Another scent permeated Frieza's body more than any other. Alarmed, Cell shifted and looked at the blood that was starting to dry up on Frieza's back. He had not realized that the wounds were so deep.

"They will heal soon enough," the prince assured him then added with a mischievous smile, "There is no need to fear of death from infection."

Cell pretended to be annoyed by his crude joke.

This made the alien laugh. "Who would have ever thought that an android would have such revoltingly soft feelings?"

Cell frowned and grabbed him roughly by the arms. "You test my temper, brat."

Frieza's smile melted away. He wrapped his tail around Cell's again and caressed him. Cell seemed surprised by his sudden display of tenderness.

"What is it that you want my little tyrant?" he heard himself ask.

"Why do you think that I want something?" Frieza replied, looking offended.

"Great minds think alike," Cell told him.

Frieza thought on this and then announced, "I want to be rid of this place. Today."

"Are you so eager for escape that you would desire it more than me?"

Without hesitation, Frieza said, "Yes."

"What a selfish lord you are." Cell said, but it was more of a compliment than an insult.

Frieza tightened his lips. There was amusement in his eyes. "Perhaps you have met your match, yes?"

Cell thought on this. He realized that the pale alien prince was right.

"You are a clever one," he muttered.

Frieza was about to get up when Cell halted him. "Not so fast, brat. I have decided that I will help you gain your freedom another day."

"What?" Frieza's eyes narrowed.

"I will not help you to escape until after you have healed."

"You can't be serious!"

"You have waited this long, surely you can wait a little longer."

Frieza flushed with anger. "Is that so? Well then, Cell, until such time, WE WILL NOT BE HAVING ANY MORE ENCOUNTERS UNTIL THE DEED IS DONE!"

With that said, he freed himself from Cell's grasp and stomped off in a huff.

Cell laughed. "You can't possibly go that long without me, brat. You know that I am right."

He had never spoken truer words.

*****

His father had said nothing about Frieza's wounds. The Ginyu Force did not dare ask him about them. Jeice seemed to know enough not to question him, which meant that King Cold had probably explained Frieza's wounds to the white haired alien.

Cell was a pain. He would deliberately make gestures that only Frieza would see as intimate gestures. Sometimes, his tail would touch Frieza's by accident. Of course, he would never apologize. He would laugh instead and go on about his business as if nothing had happened when he knew that he was driving Frieza mad.

But Cell's days were not all spent teasing Frieza. The android was studying the layout of the land and the sky, which he had discovered, was covered with a barrier beyond the clouds that made escape impossible.

According to the two demons that guarded this bleak world, the barrier was called Snake Way, and only those who had lived good lives were allowed to travel there.

"That means not you bums," the red demon told them, looking down his nose at them.

Frieza had never thought to ask the two demons anything before because he thought that they were complete buffoons, but Cell had looked past his own hate for them and had questioned them thoroughly about this dimension.

He learned that the only one who had ever escaped this world was Goku, and that he had been allowed to leave it, because he had accidentally fallen off Snake Way.

"So there is a way out." Cell stated rather than asked them.

The two demons sweat dropped and clammed up after that. They sneered at Cell, Frieza, and the others and told them that they should forget about such things and instead join the Home For the Infinite Losers gym.

Recoome was interested, but Burter talked him out of it with one look from Frieza.

"What are you planning to do?" King Cold asked Cell when they had returned to their turf.

"Father, isn't it obvious? We are trying to escape."

"We?" King Cold raised an elegant, thick-ridged brow.

Frieza reddened at his clever assumption.

"Surely you don't want to stay here, father."

"Where else are we going to go, son? We are dead."

"But if we escape, we can go to Earth and we can do as we please there because Goku is dead!" Frieza explained.

"Yes, but your protégé, Vegeta, and Goku's offspring will be there to do battle with us."

"They will be nothing against us, because we have Cell and we will outnumber them," Frieza said. "Once we have rid ourselves of the Saiyan monkeys, we will find Kooler and we will let him deal with purifying the planet of those wretched humans."

"Hmmm," King Cold gave this much thought before he announced, "if it can be done, then let it be so."

In his moment of delight, he shared a smile with Cell and saw keen reverence and desire for him in the android's eyes.

For an instant, he considered forgetting his foolish vow of not consorting with Cell until the endeavor was done, but he soon won back his senses and quickly became the imposing Frieza once again.

But Cell just as quickly shattered his image by asking him in a steely voice, "Who is this Kooler, my lord?"

Frieza pretended that he had not noticed the distinct sound of jealousy in Cell's tone. Instead, he replied, "I will tell you who he is after we are free."

This he said loud enough for the others to hear so that they would not reveal Kooler's real relationship to Cell. Frieza found this game enjoyable and wanted it to last. He figured that it was a fitting punishment for Cell's constant and amorous innuendos.

*****

The day had finally arrived. Frieza was wrought with tension as Cell began his first assault on the hellish dimension. The android destroyed the H.F.I.L. gym, sending its two demons flying in opposite directions. He scored out chunks of the hard land for miles and miles with one powerful blast, routing out other beings that were mere clouds of smoke -weaklings in their former lives.

He threw a huge blast of energy at Snake Way. The blast shook the serpentine road on impact, ricocheted off it and exploded in the H.F.I.L.'s recreational park. Souls rained everywhere like smoky debris, and Frieza took pleasure in all of this, laughing and creating his own disturbances.

He was having too much fun, so much fun that he had not been aware that two other great powers were suddenly present. He was quite surprised when he heard the shocked gasps from his henchmen and looked up to see Goku and an unfamiliar green companion glaring down at them.

For a moment, the fear of seeing Goku froze him, but the others -Burter, Recoome, Jeice and Cell started to attack. He did the same and was stunned when he was thrown into the thick and cloying abyss of the bloody lake. He fought his way through, to near exhaustion and with one last cry of rage, assaulted Goku, but the monkey had grown too strong. He was invincible and his partner was untouchable. In the end, Frieza was thrown into the thorny metallic forest of spikes. Doomed and defeated, he closed his eyes then cursed Goku, and his mysterious friend.

They had ruined his dream. They had ruined his anticipation.

*****

"We will try again, my prince."

Frieza looked over his shoulder at Cell.

They had been herded into a holding area, much like a prison. Its walls were made out of what the demons had explained was the strongest metal in the universe. They were to stay in this metallic prison until they learned to behave.

"Like good little baddies," the blue demon had added to their chagrin.

The android, Cell, was just as injured as all of them were, but determination still shone in his eyes.

Frieza smiled at him and nodded. He believed him. Cell was loyal to him. He had proven his devotion when they had tried to make their escape. They would have gotten away if Goku and his strange green ally had not appeared.

"About this Kooler," Cell prodded.

King Cold laughed. "You mean you haven't told him, Frieza?"

Frieza sweat dropped. "I'd thank you to stay out of this father."

"Really Frieza, you should tell him." King Cold said. "I'd say that he has earned the right to know the truth."

"Father, you are ruining my fun!"

"And Kooler wonders why you are my favorite," the king chuckled.

"FATHER!"

"Oops," King Cold said with not an ounce of remorse.

Frieza looked at Cell and felt his face flush. The android was grinning. His tail waved around excitedly.

"Very good, brat," he said, "making me think that Kooler was your…" he shot the others a glance and continued, "… ally."

Frieza's embarrassment waned. "Yes, I thought that you would hate that."

Cell raised a brow at his vindictiveness. "King Cold," he addressed Frieza's father. "Is Kooler as wicked as his bratty brother?"

Frieza winced. King Cold choked on his laughter. The members of the Ginyu Force with the exception of Jeice gave up even trying to comprehend what was being said between the three. They had lost all interest in the discussion of the trio when the smell of their own sweaty bodies had demanded their attention.

Surely, the demons could have at least let them take baths before locking them away. Recoome's odor, to the Ginyu Force's despair was highly offensive. Lord Frieza would not be in such a good mood once he caught a whiff of him, but Frieza was occupied with his father and Cell. So it was a safe bet that he would not notice the awful odor for a very long time.

The End

Another one bites the dust! Woo hoo! Just kidding! You have read it so now you should review my little story. In the future, there will be other tales of mixed pairings. I am currently working on an Android 17/Adult Trunks story. Also, one involves Kooler and Piccolo. In the meantime, check out my other stories. Thanks for reading! ^_^!