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

Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Warnings: yaoi, lemon, pwp, language

Pairing: 17

A/N: No the pairing is not a typo…you'll see. ^_~

"So this is the past…or the future," I said to myself as I exited the craft. I hadn't quite understood the controls of the machine. It seemed to be a time machine and I had seen the annoying boy leave and return in it. So all I did was wait until he left it alone, tapped a few buttons, and used it to go to where ever he had been. From the looks of the land, it had to be the past. Nothing was destroyed, the land seemed unmolested, unmolested by my sister and I.

That boy must have come back here to try and stop us before we killed all his friends. What good would that have done him, he isn't strong enough to stop us in my time, let alone in the past. He must not have succeeded because I am still alive, or as alive as a cyborg can be. This makes me wonder though, if I am still alive here, why isn't anything destroyed.

"Time to get some answers. This could be fun," I say to myself as I take to the air, looking for destruction. I scan cities to find that the people are walking around in ignorant bliss. I could destroy them, but then what fun would that be. I was going to play a new game. I just had to figure out the rules first.

I land in a dark alley and see a newspaper lying on the ground. Well at least I would know when it was now. As I scan the page, I realize that something's wrong. According to the date, I should have long destroyed this puny human city by now. That boy changed something during his trip here, and now I want to know what. If I am still alive, that should mean that I am still alive. It's a bit confusing to think about yourself as two separate entities.

"Ok, self, if I wasn't destroying humanity, where would I be?" I said as I took off again towards the wilderness. The answer was easy, as far away from humans as I could get. It was going to take a while to find myself but I could figure out what I was going to do in the mean time. If I played my cards right, the destruction of all humanity in my time and this time could be at my hands. Well at my hands and my other self's hands.

I stopped in midair; I could hear something. It was a slow rhythmic noise, which was very deliberate. I looked around until I saw a figure chopping wood on the ground. I smirked; it was me, well the other me. Even though I couldn't figure out why in the hell I was chopping wood. But it didn't matter; the game was about to begin.

Staying levitated, I inverted my body so that I was hanging upside down behind him. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to notice me. When he does not take his eyes from his pointless laboring, I decide that I have to be a little more forward with my approach. Smirking at my own ingenuity, I speak up.

"Hey, sexy."

His artificial body stiffens and he turns to face me. For someone who is incapable of emotions, he seems to mimic shock really well. Of course, it is not everyday that one finds one's self face to face with one's self. If I did not have a computer for a brain, that would have confused me. I am he and you are me and he is we and we are all together or however the hell that damn song goes. A walrus I am not.

The moment hangs there with he and I face to face. From an observer it would probably look like a bad trick with a mirror or something, well if it was not for my hair hanging down. Then again, there are no observers, just he and I, well, just me.

"Wha…huh…" He clears his throat and speaks more coherently. "Hello."

Simple enough, I have never been one for long speeches. Before what I had said was just a joke, but now I can see the absolute truth of it. I am sexy, damn sexy. I could just eat myself up right here and now. But my game is only just begun; I'll have to wait on that note. There are things I need to know first.

"If I remember correctly, you and your dear sister should be wreaking havoc in some city called South Port right now instead of chopping wood right now. This does not make sense; I am incapable of forgetting something unless Gero manually purges it from my data banks. He is long dead, and I do not remember ever doing such a menial task alone in the woods."

My other self nods thoughtfully. He then circles warily around my floating body before he speaks. "You must be the other me from that damn, Saiyan-brat's time. Knowing myself, I would guess that you stole his time machine."

"Very smart, Juunana-gou," I say to him or myself in the third person. It's all the same anyways. "What the hell are you doing anyways out here alone? Why are you out killing someone? What fun is it not to torment those sniveling humans?"

He crosses his arms over his narrow chest. "First, my sister dearest, left me for a monk. Second, I don't kill humans any more or really ever."

"So, little Blondie did change the past. Too bad he didn't change my time," I chuckle, "He may have succeeded back here in stopping me but he would never when I return, if I return. I thought he was going back to kill me…or I guess I should say you."

"Cell beat him to that victory," my other self replies coldly.

"Well, it's good to know I got wished back," I respond as I think. "What is this 'Cell' and what does it have to do with anything?"

"He was another android or dear father created. He was made to absorb Juuhachi-gou and I to become perfect. Let's just say, Gero had another failure to add to his list. From what I've been told, little Saiyan-boy wonder defeated him."

"So I assume you got wished back," I state. Things still do not add up in this situation. "But why aren't you back out there doing what you were created for? Why aren't you killing?"

"That little game looses it's fun after you've already been dead," he scoffs looking me in the eye. I have the most beautiful shade of blue in my eyes. I've noticed it on my sister but never on myself. I like it on me better, with the dark hair and light eyes. I am definitely a beautiful creation.

Speaking of games…I think I have a change of plans. Correction, I am changing the order of my plans. World destruction can wait a little while, but I cannot. "I know what game could be fun…"

"Really? What game is that?"

"This," I breathe as I pull the matching pair of finely crafted lips to meet my own by grasping my other's face in my hands. I meet no resistance. Hell, why would I? I want this so why wouldn't the other me?

I break the kiss before it gets too involved. I take a moment to finally right myself in the air and then drift down to the ground. I smirk at myself smirking. While I wait for his response I quirk an eyebrow.

"I think I like this game," he states calmly. He licks his lips as he steps closer to me. I see that for once I have a willing participant in one of my games. This could be very interesting. Let me rephrase that, this is very interesting because my participant is very willing. Within moments we are devoid of all our clothing and lying on the forest floor. I am definitely pleased with his enthusiasm although I would prefer not to be the one with the view of the leafy canopy above us. But I don't really care; maybe the rules of the game will state that the initiator must also be the recipient in round one.

There is not a real need for too much foreplay. Our mechanical bodies are completely controlled by our emotionally void minds. No tender endearments to arouse our lovemaking, we are just going to fuck each other hard. With no further words exchanged, he spreads my legs and invades my body. Sweet Kami, the sensation! Androids feel no pain like they feel no emotions, there is major discomfort but it is not pain. I just feel as if I was being split in two and I scream my discomfort to the surrounding trees.

My equally unfeeling counter part gasps and looks down at me. I suck in air slowly as he moves himself within me. He smirks at how my face contorts as his movement slows to almost an unbearable level. I glare back at him and buck my hips up to his to hurry his pace. He takes the hint and moves faster. The sensation of discomfort I find is slowly fading to another sensation. I believe that if I were capable of emoting, it would be pleasure. But as he and I know, neither of us can feel that.

He moves and I move, together as one perfectly constructed machine. We are made exactly the same, hell we are the same person so who best to know just what the other wants. There is no more teasing or torturing but only thrusts of his hips and the bucking of mine. Two beautiful creations are coming together in a beautiful way.

We reach our completion simultaneous and he drapes his body over mine. There is no need for us to catch our breath or refractory period to rest our bodies. I am just as ready to go at it as I was before we started. I am the perfect creation.

He smirks at me mischievously, "So did we just have sex or did I just masturbate?"

I laugh dryly at his humor. I definitely like this game. "Shall we move on to another round of the same or is this game going to evolve into doing more than just each other? We could always blast a city and toy with its survivors…"

He cocks an eyebrow at the suggestion and then sits up. We both look over to the pile of our clothing. We'll never be able to sort out whose is whose. It does not matter really for they are exactly the same. As I muse over that point, my counterpart stands. I look up at his perfection, really at my own perfection.

"I can't let this game continue," he says slowly without emotions. "I thought it would only be a game for two but I see that it will never satisfy you."

I am about to question his words when I notice him lifting his hand with his palm facing towards me.

"What game are you playing now?" I ask.

"I guess you could say its chess," he replies as a bright light forms between his hand and I. The last thing I am aware of is my voice echoing back at me originating from another body saying, "This is checkmate."