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Chapter Eleven

Sen woke with a startled fright and bolted upright. Vegeta had burst into the door, screaming something that Sen couldn't understand, and then suddenly, he turned and stormed back out again. Sen blinked twice slowly, trying to realize what had happened. Krillin's head appeared around the doorway and he smiled weakly before emerging into her room. Sen smiled in reply and watched him.

"You'll have to excuse Vegeta." Krillin said with a dopy grin. "He's just a little wound up."

"That's a little wound up?" Sen questioned. "Man I'd hate to see him when he's really flipped it!" Krillin spared a laugh and nodded his agreement.

Sen shifted, making herself more comfortable before she hugged her bed covers to herself and watched as Krillin stared around nervously. He looked uncomfortable and Sen noticed a slight darkening to the cheeks. He was embarrassed. She smiled at this and stared at him. Krillin was a short man, a monk, she could tell, as he had 6 dots on his forehead. He was bald and had a cherub's face with the wide eyes and the broad grin. He was muscular and very well toned considering his height.

"So why is Vegeta wound up, exactly?" Sen asked, making conversation.

"Oh..." Krillin glanced around again for a moment. "Because Cell was here last night." Krillin muttered under his breathe, as if trying to prevent Sen from hearing it. Sen had heard it though and her face became that of mild shock.

"Oh." She paused for a moment, holding Krillin's gaze. "I'll assume then that Kyrie isn't here any more." Krillin's face fell into shock.

"Yeah... Hang on, what?! How did you know?" Sen smiled.

"Just because I am an albino, does not make me a fool." She stated coolly. "Cell likes Kyrie." The simple statement caught Krillin completely off guard and he fell back, catching himself at the last second, before standing completely agape.

"He likes her?! No way! That's Cell, he's a tyrant! He doesn't know how to like people!" Sen shrugged.

"If that's what you believe. But I know him better then you do." Krillin simply stood dumbfounded.

Sen snuggled back into the bed and closed her eyes.

"I'm going to sleep in for a little while. I hope you don't mind, but when I get up, I'm going to go back to Kyrie's place. I miss her." Krillin nodded stupidly for a moment, before he finally left, closing the door quietly behind him.

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Kyrie woke slowly, in a stupor, her memories failing her for a moment before she smiled. Her hands found the source of the weight on her side and she smiled. It was Cell's thick and powerful arm without the amour on it was smooth, covered in fine pale hairs. Kyrie slowly turned her head and saw, from the corner of her eye, Cell's remarkable face peaceful as he slept. She couldn't help grinning at this. He looked so peaceful and innocent...

Slowly he groaned, chewing air for a moment before he seemed to fall at peace again, his only movement the steady rise and fall of his chest against Kyrie's back. She smiled and slowly shifted, trying hard not to wake him. She faced him, studying him carefully. Without his amour on, he looked like an entirely different person. She couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and gently stroke his thick and square cheek, feeling his warmth, his living body against her fingers as she gently traced his jaw line.

"That tickles." He said with such conviction. Kyrie grinned again, a sparkle in her eye.

"Good morning." She whispered and slowly she leant over and gently kissed the bridge of his nose. He smirked at this, and slowly, his cool magenta eyes opened, focused on her.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" He asked politely. She grinned in response.

Finally, she made an attempt to climb out of the bed, instead, his thick arms wrapped around her, and she let herself be pulled into his embrace as he kissed her passionately again. She finally broke away, gasping for air. He smirked and slowly, his left eyebrow lifted. She shook her head and made herself comfortable, laying ontop of Cell's broad body, her head resting in the crook of his neck. It was purely peaceful like this. To have his warmth directly below her own body, To have his arms resting on her lower back, slowly twirling a few strands of her hair in his fingers. In simple terms, it was pure bliss.

Finally she moved, slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed, hesitating for a moment. Cell propped himself up on one elbow and watched as Kyrie slowly stood up, all her weight on her good leg. She waited a moment, before shifting her other leg, as if she would walk on it, only her energy flared and she forced it into her shattered leg and she forced it down, making it a sort of cast with her energy. Cell watch with an admirable smirk on his lips, as Kyrie, slowly and painfully limped into her bathroom. She left the door open, although she was out of sight anyway, and stripped off her nightgown, stepping into her shower.

The hot water was like bliss on her aching muscles and she sighed before relaxing and began to shampoo her hair. A few minutes passed before she heard the bathroom door slowly close. She had her eyes closed to keep the shampoo out of them as she rinsed her hair, but a few moments passed and she felt the familiar warm tender arms around her waist and his warm body against her back as he supported her. She smiled, letting him kiss her neck tenderly as she washed the last of the soap spuds from her long hair. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes opening. He stared down at her, his eyes full of that fire that had burned there last night... It was the look of lust. He smirked as she smiled and he bent, kissing her, the water running over his head and over his body.

"Seru..." She muttered as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her ear, her neck... He stood back to his full height, his arms tightening, pressing his body against hers as he simply stared at her for a few minutes. She stared back, her lips parted as she breathed. He went to kiss her hungrily, but she turned away.

"Let me finish my shower in peace, you foul demon." She said dramatically and sarcastically. He smirked hinting at her playful manor and gave a curt nod before leaving her to her shower.

She slowly dried herself, leaving the gown on the floor, and left, with only a towel around her. Cell was lying on the bed, his arms behind his head, watching her. He was covered beneath one of her silk sheets and she smiled, lavishing in the image for a moment. Cell was naked in her bed, with only a silk bed sheet. And he wanted her... She slowly limped to the bed, sitting down on it. Cell's eyes never left hers, but otherwise, he did not move. She smiled and slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him. A slight groan escaped his throat, and she smiled. She could feel him beneath the sheets now, hot and hardening. She licked her lips and slowly leaned down, kissing him tenderly. He moved his arms, wrapping them around her back and pulling her into him.

Finally, he could take it no more. He took command, flipping her onto her back gently and mounted her, the sheet and the towel between them. He never broke the kiss, one hand on the bed for support, the other busy, prying the sheet from between them. He was eager. She wrapped her arms around his waist, slowly moving them up and down, tickling his side. This only seemed to frustrate him more, as he soon had the sheet away. His free hand wandered her body now, feeling her warmth. The anticipation was enough though, and her hands suddenly pulled him into her and he couldn't help letting out a groan. He wanted her so badly. And she wanted him just as much.

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Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, Gohan, Krillin and Tien all arrived at Kyrie's mansion, making themselves at home in the Entrance hall. Goku began towards the stairs, only to have Piccolo stop him, hand on his shoulder.

"Wait Goku." He said, a frown on his face. Goku turned to him in confusement.

"Why?"

"Just... Just wait." The urgency in Piccolo's voice made Goku stop and nod, heading back to the others.

"We wait then? Until they come to us?" Goku questioned. Piccolo nodded.

"They know we are here. We just wait until they come to us on their own terms." Piccolo added.

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Cell did not know they were there. He was too busy, his mind numb with the ecstasy as his body succumbed to the most primitive pleasures. But the warmth of Kyrie beneath him, the smell of her sweat and her sex maddened him, and his pulse raced, as he pleased her, as he pleased himself.

Finally, he groaned, his name on Kyrie's lips as he slowed then stopped, lying down next to her. She stared at him, a grin on her face. He smiled back, his heat rate, slowing. His mind was focused on her, until the cruel realization of who he was, and who was waiting for him downstairs finally struck him. His face fell into a scorn as he climbed to his feet. Kyrie sat up, hugging a sheet to her body. Cell held a hand to her, stopping her.

"Stay here." He said simply, turning to the door. Kyrie groaned and hung her head slowly shaking it.

"They are here again aren't they?" She asked. She didn't even look at Cell. She already knew the answer. She heard Cell leave, the door closing, leaving her to her own devices again.

Cell flexed, his armor bursting from his skin, covering him as he walked towards the stairs. He was in sight soon, and he didn't bother to hide his discontent at being interrupted again.

"Goku!" He said loudly. The Senshi stopped, staring angrily at him as he slowly stopped on the third landing, overlooking them all.

"Cell! You fiend! You kidnapped her again!" Goku said. Cell was not amused.

"I did no such think Goku, and you know it. She chose to come here. This is her home. You were the ones who kidnapped her. Not I!"

"Liar! Why would she want to come here with a monster like you!" Mirai Trunks suddenly interrupted. Cell glared angrily, his lips parting to a scowl.

"You all try my patience! Leave now, and do not come back, and I will not be forced to actions against you!" Cell roared. He was really angry now. Rage, anger and the sting of pain at Trunk's words burned him.

Krillin swallowed and subconsciously took a step back.

"Ya' know, I think maybe he's right. Maybe we should just go." Krillin said. Vegeta glared at him.

"Coward!"

"I'd rather be an alive coward, then a dead fool!" Tien added and he turned to Krillin. "Let's go!" Krillin nodded and they began to leave. Gohan, Trunks and Goku turned to leave. Vegeta roared and spat his hair golden and his aura bright and fiery around him. He burst into the air, flying at Cell, determined to kill him. Cell's patience snapped and met Vegeta's charge with a sharp uppercut, his power so much more then Vegeta's. Vegeta keeled and fell to the stairs, coughing up blood. Cell kicked him, causing him to roll to Goku's feet, in a pitiful state with only two hits. Cell glared at Goku, Goku stared back.

"Leave!" Cell demanded again. Goku hesitated for a moment before he went to help Vegeta, only Vegeta batted his hand away, and stood up weakly.

"How dare you!" Vegeta spat. Cell made no attempt to respond. Vegeta charged again, but this time, Cell ducked to the side and with one fluid and fast motion, back handed his neck, causing him to drop to the floor, unconscious. Cell picked Vegeta up by the throat and tossed him, like a rag doll at Piccolo.

"Now get out." Cell said, turning his back on them, and headed back upstairs. He never bothered to watch the leave, he knew they had.

Cell's mind ran rampant with thoughts. He was a monster. But at the same time, he wasn't at all. He had grown to like, possibly even love Kyrie, yet all he could think of was his anger, his rage, his own self pity. He was a murderer, a cruel heartless monster. But what if?... There was always.... A What if...

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A/N: Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I think its a little longer then the last one. I'm sorry if the content of this chapter is in any way, offensive, but I did warn you at the beginning. Thank you.