Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Pain, Hard Love ❯ One-Shot

Sweet Pain, Hard Love by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I have never and will not ever make a profit from Dragon Ball Z and any of its merchandise. I have created this story for the soul purpose of entertaining myself. Akira Toriyama has all the rights to Dragon Ball Z.

Warning: This story contains intense YAIO and obscene language. It is not intended for under aged readers.

Author's Note: This story was requested by Ether Sea. I hope you like it, Ether. ^_^

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He had tried to hold the android back from his evil reign of destruction. Even with Kami inside of him, Piccolo had been no match for Cell. The creature had absorbed both of the androids known as Seventeen and Eighteen and had transformed into Perfect Cell. Faced by the hulking monster, Piccolo quickly learned that his fusion with Kami had been all for naught.

Cell trounced him within an inch of his life -beat him until he was too weak to defend himself.

"You are no fighter," Cell taunted him. "You are merely a means of entertainment."

Cell had picked him up by his throat with one hand. Piccolo made one last effort to free himself. He released twin beams of energy from his eyes and struck Cell's, blinding him. The android cried out and dropped Piccolo. Piccolo flew into the safety of a nearby forest and hid his energy signal. It was not difficult to do since he was already weakened from the battle.

He clutched his side. His adrenaline had kept the aches and pains at bay, but now that he wasn't fighting, he could feel each torn muscle. His hands were swollen and bruised from hitting Cell's impenetrable armor.

"I will find you," Cell's voice echoed throughout the forest, "and when I do, I will make you suffer!"

There was no way that Goku and the others would be able to reach him. They were still training in the time chamber. Piccolo had to take care of the problem by himself. The best he could do was remain hidden and try to gain back some of his energy before he took on the android again.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are…" Cell's voice had grown low. It made Piccolo's shudder.

"If you won't come out, I'll blast you out," he threatened. "I'll burn this forest to the ground with you in it!"

Piccolo was sure that he would do that very thing.

He keened his head back against the tree trunk and let his mind drift. He had nothing left to give. It was the end for him.

"You are starting to anger me!" Cell's voice had stopped echoing. He was near.

Piccolo had to do something. He could not cower. He would not cower.

He took a deep breath, stepped out from behind the tree and spotted Cell hovering above the tree line. His back was facing him. Piccolo flew towards him and summoned his ki into his hand. He would have to release the blast at close range in order to cause any damage.

He was upon the android. Before he could release his attack, Cell turned around and smirked at him his red eyes filled with delight. Piccolo faltered. Cell swung his tail at him full force and sent him crashing into the trees. Piccolo's body broke through the thick branches and landed hard on the ground below. The wind was knocked from his lungs.

Cell flew down and stood over him. "Did I break something?"

Piccolo struggled to sit up. Cell pushed him back down with his foot keeping him securely fastened to the ground.

The pressure he applied was enough to crush his chest. Piccolo clenched his teeth, his brow furrowed in pain.

"Your attempt to elude me was enjoyable."

"A small mind is easily amused."

Cell frowned at Piccolo's insult and reached down for him. He turned the Namek over and swung his tail up, and quickly pierced the creature's spinal column.

"Aaaaagghhh!" the pain was intense. Numbness spread throughout his body.

Is he, absorbing me? Piccolo thought. Is this how it felt for all of those people that he killed? Fear formed a sheen of sweat on his brow. He had seen the android feed off a portly human. The sight had been horrifying -to watch flesh and bone vanish, leaving behind empty folds of skin. The greedy android had even devoured the wrinkled hide as well.

No!

He did not want to die. He did not want to leave Gohan and the others to face this monster alone. He had to do something! But what could he do? He could not move. His limbs were too heavy, they were not responding to his brain.

What is happening? His eyes widened in horror as realization struck him. I-I'm paralyzed!

Cell turned him back over, knelt down over him, and began pulling at his garments.

"What are you doing?" Piccolo asked him.

"I want to know what you look like beneath all of those clothes," he answered and straddled Piccolo's hips, facing the opposite direction. He easily tore the sash that was around Piccolo's waist.

Piccolo's fear spiked. "No!"

"Must I thrash you around some more to keep you silent? I promise you, I could break something vital." Cell threatened.

Piccolo's mind raced. What was the android doing? Why did he have to humiliate him like this?

"Cell -" the words he was about to say left him as cool air touched his skin. His pants and soft Namekian shoes were discarded.

"Hmmm…" Cell caressed the pink bands on Piccolo's thighs. "You look scrumptious."

He was going to absorb him!

"Too bad you are weak. You would have made a nice addition to my collection."

He wasn't going to absorb him? Piccolo was confused.

"You are Namekian, yes?"

Piccolo took a while to register what he was asking him. "Yes, what of it?"

"What a rare species you are. My father wanted to study you, but he never got the chance." He lightly scratched his fingernails over the ridges on Piccolo's abdomen.

"I'm glad that he's dead then. I wouldn't have wanted to be one of his mad experiments."

Cell laughed and looked over his shoulder at Piccolo. "I like the way you think."

"Then release me."

"I cannot do that," he seized Piccolo's cock in his hand. Piccolo gasped. "Not when I find you so interesting."

"What…"

Cell pumped his hand over him, stroking him to life. Heat rose to Piccolo's face. Cell leaned forward on one hand and widened his legs. The dark codpiece that covered his crotch opened. Cell's long, thick member slipped free.

Cell chuckled and took the Namek's cock into his mouth, surprising him.

"No, stop!"

But the android didn't. He swallowed Piccolo's staff, coiled his tongue around the swollen stalk and sucked greedily on him -intent on drawing out his very will. "Mmmm…"

"Hah!" Piccolo exhaled audibly. His brow dotted with perspiration.

Cell pressed his fingers to the soft sac beneath his root. He let the wetness of his mouth run over it, and then released his cock for a several seconds to lick him clean.

He lifted his head and growled. "You are very tasty, puppet. Now, taste me."

He lowered his hips and coaxed him into accepting his member. Piccolo could have easily protested such an act, but he was too dazed by Cell's attentions to whimper a response. Before he knew what was happening, Cell's rod was in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, hot and throbbing.

"Yes…" Cell sighed and returned to devouring his cock.

It was so strange, and yet it felt so good. Piccolo closed his eyes in shame. He was enjoying what Cell was doing to him. For him, it was as if his own hands touched him. His own scent filled his nostrils. His heartbeat pulsed in the rigid member in his mouth. It was as if Cell was an extension of himself. The wonder of it bewildered him.

He remembered a previous encounter that he had had with the android -before he had become Perfect Cell. The being had admitted that much of his intelligence had come from Piccolo. Could Dr. Gero have given him more than just his intellect?

Movement out of the corner of his eyes drew him away from his thoughts. Cell's tail hovered over him, and then carefully moved over his right shoulder. Cell shoved it beneath Piccolo's neck, elevating his head to get more of his cock down the Namek's throat.

It was easy for him to accept his girth. Piccolo's throat was designed to expand -for birthing purposes. He took everything that Cell had to offer, and the android groaned. The attraction that he was feeling for the Namek was powerful. He longed to dominate him. His mind told him that it was necessary. The very idea of taking him filled him with such urgency that it made him come all too soon. When his seed was consumed, he looked at the flushed Namek and smiled. His wetness was trickling down the corner of Piccolo's mouth. His Namekian victim was breathing hard.

"It is not so bad is it, being at my mercy?" Cell asked him.

When Piccolo did not answer him, he turned around and licked the nectar from his mouth. Piccolo parted his lips and let him inside. Their tongues touched and something akin to an electrical current passed through them.

Cell pulled back, puzzled at the occurrence. "Did you do that?"

Piccolo's eyes fluttered open. "What?"

"Do not pretend that you do not know what happened. You are trying another one of your foolish attacks."

Piccolo stared blankly at him.

Cell frowned and grabbed his wrists, then pulled them over Piccolo's head. "I could leave you here and return for you whenever I want," he said.

He bit the underside of his arm, pierced the skin there with his teeth. Piccolo gasped. Cell watched the purple blood run from the small wounds.

"I have a fierce appetite for you," he confessed.

The attraction was there, and it bordered on madness. At first, he wanted to kill the Namek, but now, he wanted to play with him, have fun. Fun, yes, that was what Seventeen would call it. Cell wanted to have fun with Piccolo.

"You can't leave me here," Piccolo said.

"And why not?"

"Because I can't move and…I would be helpless," he told him. "What if a wild creature came along and decided to have me for a meal?"

Cell thought about this for a moment and smirked. "He would have to get in line, because I would have to feed on you first."

"You still intend to absorb me?"

"Yes."

Piccolo paled. His anxiety amused Cell. "You will like being a part of me, puppet, you'll see. But first, I want to have fun with you."

"Fun?"

"Yes, lots and lots of fun…" He wrapped his tail around one of Piccolo's thighs and pulled on it, giving him enough room to fit between the Namek's legs.

Piccolo's eyes widened. The android was hard again.

That's his idea of fun?

"Cell, wait!"

The android ground his hips into him. Piccolo could not move, but he certainly could feel. Cell's harsh, lengthy strokes ripped through him. Piccolo cried out. Tears streamed from his eyes.

Cell laughed and licked at the salty drops. He grabbed one of Piccolo's feelers to tip the Namek's head back. He wanted to get his tongue over more of the tasty green skin. Piccolo screamed. Cell clenched the antenna. More tears flowed from his eyes.

"I see…" Cell said. "They are quite sensitive, aren't they?" He ran his hand up and down the thin stalk. Piccolo emitted a moan and closed his eyes to hide the shock that was there. He could not possibly have felt pleasure!

"I know your secret now," Cell taunted.

"You monster!"

"Ah, ah, ah…let's not say things that we will regret." He angled his thrusts differently. Piccolo's mouth opened in a muted cry. "Did you like that, puppet?"

Cell tongued his parted lips. He roughly cupped Piccolo's jaw and held his head in place as his tongue ventured deeper into the Namek's mouth. Before, Piccolo had welcomed his oral invasion, but now he pretended to be repulsed by it. He bit down on Cell's tongue and tasted blood, his blood -strong and sweet. It was further affirmation that the android had inherited more than just a few of his traits.

Cell saw the awareness in his eyes and grinned. "Do you see now?"

Cell released his feeler and slid his hands down Piccolo's long legs. He grabbed Piccolo by the ankles and hitched his right leg over his shoulder. Piccolo could feel his hard arousal against his buttocks.

"We are the same, you and I."

He placed his other leg upon his hip.

"The same blood runs through our veins…" he turned his head and licked Piccolo's ankle, slithered his tongue over his heel and thrust into him.

"Ooohhh…"

"Mmmm…"

Piccolo's fingers suddenly twitched.

Cell bit into his heel and sucked the wound; ruthlessly grasped Piccolo's unspent cock, and tugged.

A pained cry escaped him. "Please…Cell…"

His plea gained him what he wanted. Cell leaned forward and plunged into him. Piccolo's entire frame moved with the blow.

"A-Again…"

Cell complied and gritted his teeth as he lunged a second time. Piccolo's back arched. His arms weakly clutched at Cell's shoulders. His eyes widened as he realized that they had moved of their own accord.

I can move!

The paralysis had worn off, but Cell's ardor had not.

He quickly dispelled any thoughts of escape from Piccolo's mind -turned him over on to his belly, pulled the Namek's hips towards him, and buried himself deep.

"Aaahh!" Piccolo dug his nails into the ground.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Y-Yes…"

"But you like the pain."

Piccolo shook his head.

"Why lie? I can feel your heart beating…right here." Cell circled his hips.

"Oooohhh…" Piccolo moved his hips back against him. He could hear the obscene sounds of his flesh striking Cell's. Such intimacy with the android amazed him.

"Ah, puppet…" Cell's low growl alerted him of the android's overly aroused state.

He felt Cell's fingers on his cock. They were rubbing around the sticky secretions, massaging it into his shaft with slow, lengthy jerks. Piccolo halted his movements and savored the feel of his hand.

"Cell…"

He leaned over the Namek and licked his ear. Piccolo reached beneath him and grabbed his wrist. Cell stopped stroking him. Piccolo's breathing stirred the wild flowers near his mouth.

"You…bastard," he said.

Cell laughed.

Piccolo tried moving his hips on his own. Cell ground himself against him, using his weight to halt his actions.

"No," he protested and squirmed for relief. His very movements were making the android groan.

Piccolo could feel him throbbing inside of him. Every pulse made that sensitive area vibrate with pleasure.

"Cell, please," he pleaded and continued to squirm. His pleas had worked before. Perhaps they would work again. Cell kissed the Namek's nape and squeezed his cock.

Piccolo sucked in his breath.

"How is that, puppet?"

"More… "

Cell rested all of his weight on top of him. The very tip of his cock reached untouched terrain. Piccolo trembled and came long and hard into Cell's still pumping fist. Piccolo laid his head against his arms and reveled in the odd currents of electricity that arced over him.

Piccolo's orgasm prompted Cell's. The android clutched the Namek's hips, frantically thrusting into him, determined to hold his climax at bay as long as possible, but the currents of energy had started running over him as well. Every inch of his body hummed with power.

"Yes!" he shouted, "This is what I wanted! This is what I…!"

His climax silenced him. The currents snaked up his bent spine and bridged over on to Piccolo's antennas. Cell shuddered and fell over him, his body drained and sated.

*****

It was dark when Piccolo awakened. Cell was gently touching him, running his fingertips over the curve of his lips and his aquiline nose. Had he been any other creature, the android would have crushed his bones just for the fun of it, but this was the Namek.

He did not know why he let him live. All he knew was that he could not kill him. There was a strange attraction between them. One that sparked a hidden energy they could not ignore.

Underneath their physical differences, a part of the Namek existed within him. He had tasted it in his blood and smelled it on his flesh. They were the same and he needed him.

Without words, he entered him again and embraced him.

Piccolo clung to him. He could do nothing else.

Their union under the stars, it was…

"Aaaaahhhh…"

Tears fell from his eyes afterwards. Cell cupped his nape and kissed him. The affectionate gesture pleased him. From the pounding of the Namek's heart, it pleased Piccolo also.

Cell sighed and leaned his forehead against Piccolo's brow. "I must study you," he said.

"Like a bug under a microscope?"

Cell ignored his comment and narrowed his gaze in concentration. "I need to know why this is happening to us."

"I'll do whatever you want," Piccolo said, "but only if you promise to stop this mad need that you have for destruction."

"Such a hard bargain," Cell laughed. "I can overpower you, you know."

"And I can put myself out of your reach for good."

Cell's red eyes wavered at his threat. "You would take your own life?"

"Without hesitation."

Cell glowered. The thought of him sacrificing himself to get away from him disturbed him. "There is no need for you to go to such extremes. I will not break my promise."

"I expect you to remember that."

*****

He should have left him and continued his rampage to show him that Cell obeyed no one, but he did not stir. He had promised him that he would behave, for now.

One look at the slumbering Namek and he was reaching for him all over again. Piccolo made a small sound of discomfort as he slipped into him. Cell leaned over him on his elbows and forced his tongue between his lips. His eyes fluttered open. He wrapped his arms around Cell's waist. He instinctively widened his legs to accommodate the android's size.

Aaaahhh…so willing to receive me.

Piccolo moaned and lightly bit down on Cell's lower lip.

How is it that I want you for myself? Even if we are mortal enemies.

Cell tilted his head and seized the Namek's chin between his teeth. He nibbled it and kissed along his jaw. Licked a burning trail straight to his earlobe.

"Cell…" the whisper was an entreaty to him.

"Yes, puppet…here it is," he said and slowly rocked into him.

"Aah…aaah!" Piccolo's eyes narrowed into lust-hazed slits. His cheeks warmed.

"Do you want more?"

Piccolo nodded jerkily. Cell angled his hips and gave him a hard thrust. Piccolo cried out. His antennae began to tremble.

Humph, Cell grinned. Look at how much he is enjoying this. He is having too much fun. But he took pleasure in seeing the overwhelmed expressions on the Namek's face. He could tell just by looking at him what area was most vulnerable to his attentions.

"Yes…"

"Would you like another?" he asked and snapped his hips forward, hitting Piccolo's delicate inner walls.

The Namek's features scrunched up as the pain/pleasure coursed through him.

He struggled to breathe and then the chaotic fingers of current claimed him. They came so swiftly, even Cell was not prepared for them.

Piccolo gripped his shoulders hard and tensed as Cell's body stiffened above him. The android's dark colored wings opened, casting a shadow over both of them. The air sizzled with the scent of ozone and sex and the singed petals of wild flowers.

"Pup…pet…" Cell stuttered and collapsed against him, his wings folding back in to place.

Piccolo held him and stared into the night sky. He realized that he had to face the others. He was wary of going to them. What would they think of him when they found out that he had given himself to Cell? He decided that he would not tell them. He would simply tell them what they needed to know.

*****

In the morning, after he had gained back some of his energy and had regenerated, he left Cell in the forest and went to the lookout. He was surprised to see Gohan, who looked a little older and appeared quite different with blonde hair and blue green eyes. Goku, Vegeta and Trunks brandished the same forms.

"Piccolo!" Gohan ran up to meet him.

"You've grown kid."

"Yeah," Gohan said and laughed nervously.

"Where the hell have you been?" Vegeta asked grouchily.

Piccolo looked him over. The Saiyan prince was in a surly mood as usual.

"Recuperating," Piccolo answered.

"He kicked your butt did he? Well, tough."

A muscle in Piccolo's jaw twitched.

"Kakarott!"

"Huh?"

"Lets get a move on, I want to show Cell what a real warrior can do."

"You're not going anywhere, Vegeta." Piccolo told him.

"What?" Vegeta scowled.

"Fighting Cell is no longer necessary."

"Why not?"

"He has agreed to stop killing."

"He agreed?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "You mean you negotiated with him?"

"Yes."

"Oh wow, Piccolo," Goku said. "How did you get him to do that?"

"That's not important."

Vegeta stared at him.

"As soon as the DragonBalls are collected, we will use them to wish back the people that Cell killed," Piccolo informed them and turned to enter the living quarters of the lookout tower.

"I know what you did."

Piccolo halted.

Goku, Gohan, and Trunks looked at Vegeta, then at the Namek.

"I just do not understand why you did it," the prince told him.

Piccolo ignored his remark and went to Dende.

"Vegeta?" Goku looked curiously at him. "What did Piccolo do?"

The Saiyan prince sneered and said, "It's none of your business, Kakarott."

"Father…" Trunks too seemed confused.

Vegeta crossed his arms and glared. "Like the Namek said, it is not important. If he believes that Cell will not harm anyone then he speaks the truth."

*****

Dende blushed when Piccolo entered the tower. The young Namek had seen what had happened between him and Cell.

Mr. Popo excused himself, giving the Namek's some privacy.

"Dende-"

"You don't have to say anything. I'm not a baby."

"You…didn't watch everything did you?"

Dende sweat dropped and laughed uneasily. "Oh, no Piccolo! Once I knew that he wasn't…hurting you anymore…"

Piccolo's face warmed. "That's enough Dende."

"Yes, Piccolo."

Piccolo placed a hand on top of Dende's head. "I wish that you hadn't seen it."

"I am Kami now," Dende said. "I see everything."

Piccolo smiled.

"And I know that you are going to leave."

Piccolo dropped his hand at his side.

"You're not certain that Cell will keep his promise, so you're going to take him far away and stay there with him."

"You know, I never liked it much when the old Kami tried to read my mind."

Dende's face filled with sadness. "If you go, I'll never get to speak to Nail again."

"Dende…"

"But it's the right thing to do, so you must go," he told him.

"Are you going to miss me little brother?"

Dende smiled at Piccolo's softened features. "I will."

"Don't worry. I'll be back some day. You'll see."

Dende's spirit lifted. Maybe his brother was right. Maybe Piccolo would tame Cell. Maybe he would come back some day. Anything was possible.

"Nail? Do you think that Piccolo will be able to control Cell?"

Nail smiled mischievously and said, "I don't know, but I can tell you this much, Cell's in love."

Dende laughed at his brother's revelation. There was hope for the future after all.

*****

This one shot brought me great difficulty, but what a ride! Please keep in mind that this was an AU. In other words, yes, I know that Namek's are asexual. In this fic they are not, so with that said, please review. ^_^