DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Cell x Reader Pt. 7 'On My Mind'

It was worrying, to say the least, and you didn't dare to mention it out loud. You didn't want him to get even the slightest hint that...

What was this?

When he looked at you, you didn't like it...until you did. So far he hadn't caught you watching him yet, but that was mainly because you'd gotten into the habit of biting your tongue, or punching a wall, or something like that. A good shock of pain dissolved that urge right quickly.

That something within you, whatever it was, wanted him. Wanted to stay near him.

And every time he "wore you out" as he took to calling it, the feeling got just a little bit stronger.

But that wasn't even the biggest problem.

"Food" getting scarce. The two of you together had begun to clear out most of the closer cities and you'd established a couple other "bases" whenever an area went mostly dry of people. You were having to go farther and farther, and over a year you'd been to more exotic locations than you'd ever dreamed of.

You would be okay without that kind of nutrition, but Cell needed more.

When he disappeared, you at first thought nothing of it. Probably he was just trying to locate a better source of the...food. That was all.

Three days...four...a week...

Maybe he just wanted time away. Maybe he'd found a good supply and you weren't going to have to worry about him for a while.

Maybe he wasn't coming back.

Oddly, when that thought came up, your stomach dropped. You thought again about it later, and the feeling repeated--less pronounced, but still definitely there.

Why?

it wasn't fair. This wasn't supposed to happen.

The dark thing that you'd been so afraid of for so long was gone. Why, then, did you crave it?

Why was there fear that he would never return?

It turned over and over in your mind every night when you went to sleep. Not that he slept, of course, but he usually stood and watched you drift off. It was maddening. One moment you were determined to flee, had made a plan, and the next there was the urge to go out looking for him.

Back and forth.

Constantly.

But just as you were beginning to really question why you still felt this way even after the time that had passed, he returned.

Standing in the doorway of the lab wearing as big a grin as one could manage without lips.

"Birdieeeee..."

Oh gods, what had he done?

You looked up. "You're...back."

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Well," you talked quickly, trying to get ahead of the 'Yes! Don't leave me again!' your brain was attempting to scream out, "Of course, but...why--why were you away in the first place?"

"Looking for food, of course. I found it. Oh, did I find it...but that's not the important part. I made a few discoveries while I was out."

"Discoveries of what variety?"

"Of a time traveling variety."

"...there's no such thing." You shook your head, and shut off the console you'd been working on. In the last few days your work on the anti-pheromone-whatever-it-was had all but stopped, but you still checked up on it. "You must've eaten someone on some good LSD to believe that kind of thing."