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(Cell;1) Hugs.

It was all that one line in Xenoverse.
Cell: Stubborn Saiyans. Never let these things go. They lord it over your head.
Me: If you'd watch what you say, this wouldn't be happening.
Cell: By the way, I hate this cover. How'd you get that? Its stupid.
Me: *Pushes Cell out of the way* Internet. Now hush, I'm narrating.

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It was a typical day for you as a Time Patroller, everything seemed to get kind of quiet after Demigra's defeat, but there were parellel quests that you've been putting off, and Trunks was nagging you to get on them.

Not to mention, your trainer Cell was also on your back, saying you still had much room for improvement, naturally so, as you weren't perfect like he was. (Though you doubted it greatly.)
It was the same thing with him. Everyday. "Train....blah blah blah...stamina...blah blah blah....I'm perfect....blah blah blah.'' ALL THE TIME.

Quite frankly, you found it annoying. Very annoying.

So, after he was done ranting to you about his pefection, you grabbed his wrist and stormed off to the Parrelell Quest desk.

You smacked your palm against the desk, scaring the little robot that manned it.

Your (e/c) eyes were ablaze.

"What's your problem?" Cell asked. Upon a very intimidating glance-glare in his direction, you realised you were still holding his wrist. You dropped it like it was Yamcha's wrist instead.

"I don't feel like listening to your rant about respect, so I find it better if I don't tell you."

"(Y/n), I do not 'rant.'"

"Yes you do," you said, still fired up, taking his wrist as soon as the service droid gave you your time machine number.

-later-

"Wow, (y/n) I would totally hug you right now...if that were something I did."

Needless to say, you unleashed more than a few (k/c) ki shots at your enimes. And kicks. And punches. You even used Perfect Kamehameha in your amped up state.

At least you felt a bit better.

"Yeah, you would never do that." You were getting that hug. You were curious. Cell never said things like that, and it was refreshing to hear him say something stupid every once-in-a-while. Something...imperfect. Like I said, you were getting that hug, out of pure curiosity, (that's how you justify it,) you were going to get it. And you knew all the right buttons to press.

"Why do you say that?"

You faked stifiling laughter. "Because. You're Perfect Cell. Perfect Cell doesn't 'hug,'" You started to walk away, smirk on your face. You knew you were close.

"Says who?"

"Mhmn, says me I guess." Your act of non-chalance was getting to you. You wanted to laugh so badly, but kept up a strong front.

"Excuse me," he said, as he walked up behind you. He wraped his arms tightly around your shoulders. His entire body was rigid, and you looked up to see him blushing slighty. "But I don't believe you get to tell me what I do and don't do."

"No, you're right," you said when he let go, "but I did get you to give me a hug."

He stares at you, and you wave, walking off.