DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Cell x Reader Pt. 6 'Elasian'

*Dr. Gero's POV*

Got a new one made. These new technologies never seem to last as long as they should.

The female is attaching as well as I expected, no doubt thanks to the extra help I'm getting from the compound.

Perhaps it is a bit odd to name anything after something from a science fiction television program, but I could think of nothing better to call such a chemical mix. It's brilliant, if a bit of a roundabout way to ensure the success of this little experiment. I can hardly expect this to go well if the female is repelled by his attentions, now can I?

I must continue to manufacture it, but he will produce it naturally. It's just a matter of time, once they've begun to copulate. It will be interesting to see her try to reconcile mentally what her body is physically telling her.

Care will have to be taken, of course, to avoid any possibility of--damn it, already? Note to self, avoid using old batteries in a new device...

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*Your POV*

At least it wasn't daily.

That was what you thought whenever Cell approached you with that gleam in his eye. But he never took too long; he favored intensity, he wanted you left exhausted, drenched in sweat, clinging to him for support. But afterwards, he at least found the time to carry you back to your little cot regardless of how tired you were, to let you rest.

Whenever he left to (you assumed) eat, you went straight to work on something to counter the pheromones. It was likely that you could at the very least stifle them, and you were willing to endure a period of side-effects and nasty symptoms that testing would surely entail, if necessary. Were there the smallest possibility, it would be worth it. Of course, if you were able to fully repel him...but it was not good to aim too high just yet. You would have to endure him for a while yet, but at least you had the time. As long as you served his desire, he left you to your own devices.

It was after a week or two that he sat down to teach you how to fly. He rather enjoyed carrying you, he said, but, as he put it, "Though you might prefer being able to handle it yourself."

"Aren't you worried I'll run away from you?" you asked.

"You can't hide from me, b--"

"I wish you wouldn't call me that. My name's (y/n)."

"...birdie." Cell went on as if he hadn't even heard you. "Just remember that."

You had the distinct feeling that he was not looking for any answer that you currently wanted to give. But you constructed one you were sure he would as fast as you could put the thoughts together. "I thought you'd like that?"

He laughed, and the lesson continued. After a few days, you had a good handle on it, and he "invited" you to accompany him on one of his dinner outings.

"I still think it's wrong," you said, as he lead you out the next time, "Just...eating people like this."

"Yet you're still doing it. Tell me, do you blame the lion for eating the antelope?"

"What? No, of course not, it's a beast, it--"

"--and it needs to eat like anything else. If the lions were sentient, truly sentient, would they sit around talking about how wrong it is to kill? No. They do it because they need to eat. And so do we."

"I don't need to eat--people, I mean," you said quickly as you glanced away.

"But you have," he replied, "Now, enough arguing. I'm sure we can find someone worth your appetite. Besides myself, of course."