looky...i wrote something that doesn't involve vegeta! ok..it really
only has one character in it and it's not even a saiyan. (probably
not the best thing to post here since it is SAIYAN slash but i think
some of ya'll will like it. or at least i hope you do.) it's a
little...um...uncommon. (hell, who am i kidding, it's down right
strange!)

GAMES

Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Warnings: yaoi, lemon, pwp,language, violence

Pairing: 17

A/N: No the pairing is not a typo…you'll see. ^_~



"So this is the past…or the future," I said to myself as I exited the
craft. I hadn't quite understood the controls of the machine. It
seemed to be a time machine and I had seen the annoying boy leave and
return in it. So all I did was wait until he left it alone, tapped a
few buttons, and used it to go to where ever he had been. From the
looks of the land, it had to be the past. Nothing was destroyed, the
land seemed unmolested, unmolested by my sister and I.



That boy must have come back here to try and stop us before we killed
all his friends. What good would that have done him, he isn't strong
enough to stop us in my time, let alone in the past. He must not have
succeeded because I am still alive, or as alive as a cyborg can be.
This makes me wonder though, if I am still alive here, why isn't
anything destroyed.



"Time to get some answers. This could be fun," I say to myself as I
take to the air, looking for destruction. I scan cities to find that
the people are walking around in ignorant bliss. I could destroy
them, but then what fun would that be. I was going to play a new
game. I just had to figure out the rules first.



I land in a dark alley and see a newspaper lying on the ground. Well
at least I would know when it was now. As I scan the page, I realize
that something's wrong. According to the date, I should have long
destroyed this puny human city by now. That boy changed something
during his trip here, and now I want to know what. If I am still
alive, that should mean that I am still alive. It's a bit confusing
to think about yourself as two separate entities.



"Ok, self, if I wasn't destroying humanity, where would I be?" I said
as I took off again towards the wilderness. The answer was easy, as
far away from humans as I could get. It was going to take a while to
find myself but I could figure out what I was going to do in the mean
time. If I played my cards right, the destruction of all humanity in
my time and this time could be at my hands. Well at my hands and my
other self's hands.



I stopped in midair; I could hear something. It was a slow rhythmic
noise, which was very deliberate. I looked around until I saw a
figure chopping wood on the ground. I smirked; it was me, well the
other me. Even though I couldn't figure out why in the hell I was
chopping wood. But it didn't matter; the game was about to begin.



Staying levitated, I inverted my body so that I was hanging upside
down behind him. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to
notice me. When he does not take his eyes from his pointless
laboring, I decide that I have to be a little more forward with my
approach. Smirking at my own ingenuity, I speak up.



"Hey, sexy."



His artificial body stiffens and he turns to face me. For someone
who is incapable of emotions, he seems to mimic shock really well. Of
course, it is not everyday that one finds one's self face to face
with one's self. If I did not have a computer for a brain, that
would have confused me. I am he and you are me and he is we and we
are all together or however the hell that damn song goes. A walrus I
am not.



The moment hangs there with he and I face to face. From an observer
it would probably look like a bad trick with a mirror or something,
well if it was not for my hair hanging down. Then again, there are no
observers, just he and I, well, just me.



"Wha…huh…" He clears his throat and speaks more coherently. "Hello."



Simple enough, I have never been one for long speeches. Before what I
had said was just a joke, but now I can see the absolute truth of
it. I am sexy, damn sexy. I could just eat myself up right here and
now. But my game is only just begun; I'll have to wait on that note.
There are things I need to know first.



"If I remember correctly, you and your dear sister should be wreaking
havoc in some city called South Port right now instead of chopping
wood right now. This does not make sense; I am incapable of
forgetting something unless Gero manually purges it from my data
banks. He is long dead, and I do not remember ever doing such a
menial task alone in the woods."



My other self nods thoughtfully. He then circles warily around my
floating body before he speaks. "You must be the other me from that
damn, Saiyan-brat's time. Knowing myself, I would guess that you
stole his time machine."



"Very smart, Juunana-gou," I say to him or myself in the third
person. It's all the same anyways. "What the hell are you doing
anyways out here alone? Why are you out killing someone? What fun is
it not to torment those sniveling humans?"



He crosses his arms over his narrow chest. "First, my sister dearest,
left me for a monk. Second, I don't kill humans any more or really
ever."



"So, little Blondie did change the past. Too bad he didn't change my
time," I chuckle, "He may have succeeded back here in stopping me but
he would never when I return, if I return. I thought he was going
back to kill me…or I guess I should say you."



"Cell beat him to that victory," my other self replies coldly.



"Well, it's good to know I got wished back," I respond as I
think. "What is this `Cell' and what does it have to do with
anything?"



"He was another android or dear father created. He was made to
absorb Juuhachi-gou and I to become perfect. Let's just say, Gero
had another failure to add to his list. From what I've been told,
little Saiyan-boy wonder defeated him."



"So I assume you got wished back," I state. Things still do not add
up in this situation. "But why aren't you back out there doing what
you were created for? Why aren't you killing?"



"That little game looses it's fun after you've already been dead," he
scoffs looking me in the eye. I have the most beautiful shade of
blue in my eyes. I've noticed it on my sister but never on myself.
I like it on me better, with the dark hair and light eyes. I am
definitely a beautiful creation.



Speaking of games…I think I have a change of plans. Correction, I am
changing the order of my plans. World destruction can wait a little
while, but I cannot. "I know what game could be fun…"



"Really? What game is that?"



"This," I breathe as I pull the matching pair of finely crafted lips
to meet my own by grasping my other's face in my hands. I meet no
resistance. Hell, why would I? I want this so why wouldn't the other
me?



I break the kiss before it gets too involved. I take a moment to
finally right myself in the air and then drift down to the ground. I
smirk at myself smirking. While I wait for his response I quirk an
eyebrow.



"I think I like this game," he states calmly. He licks his lips as he
steps closer to me. I see that for once I have a willing participant
in one of my games. This could be very interesting. Let me rephrase
that, this is very interesting because my participant is very
willing. Within moments we are devoid of all our clothing and lying
on the forest floor. I am definitely pleased with his enthusiasm
although I would prefer not to be the one with the view of the leafy
canopy above us. But I don't really care; maybe the rules of the game
will state that the initiator must also be the recipient in round
one.



There is not a real need for too much foreplay. Our mechanical
bodies are completely controlled by our emotionally void minds. No
tender endearments to arouse our lovemaking, we are just going to
fuck each other hard. With no further words exchanged, he spreads my
legs and invades my body. Sweet Kami, the sensation! Androids feel
no pain like they feel no emotions, there is major discomfort but it
is not pain. I just feel as if I was being split in two and I scream
my discomfort to the surrounding trees.



My equally unfeeling counter part gasps and looks down at me. I suck
in air slowly as he moves himself within me. He smirks at how my face
contorts as his movement slows to almost an unbearable level. I glare
back at him and buck my hips up to his to hurry his pace. He takes
the hint and moves faster. The sensation of discomfort I find is
slowly fading to another sensation. I believe that if I were capable
of emoting, it would be pleasure. But as he and I know, neither of
us can feel that.



He moves and I move, together as one perfectly constructed machine.
We are made exactly the same, hell we are the same person so who best
to know just what the other wants. There is no more teasing or
torturing but only thrusts of his hips and the bucking of mine. Two
beautiful creations are coming together in a beautiful way.



We reach our completion simultaneous and he drapes his body over
mine. There is no need for us to catch our breath or refractory
period to rest our bodies. I am just as ready to go at it as I was
before we started. I am the perfect creation.



He smirks at me mischievously, "So did we just have sex or did I just
masturbate?"



I laugh dryly at his humor. I definitely like this game. "Shall we
move on to another round of the same or is this game going to evolve
into doing more than just each other? We could always blast a city
and toy with its survivors…"



He cocks an eyebrow at the suggestion and then sits up. We both look
over to the pile of our clothing. We'll never be able to sort out
whose is whose. It does not matter really for they are exactly the
same. As I muse over that point, my counterpart stands. I look up at
his perfection, really at my own perfection.



"I can't let this game continue," he says slowly without
emotions. "I thought it would only be a game for two but I see that
it will never satisfy you."



I am about to question his words when I notice him lifting his hand
with his palm facing towards me.



"What game are you playing now?" I ask.



"I guess you could say its chess," he replies as a bright light forms
between his hand and I. The last thing I am aware of is my voice
echoing back at me originating from another body saying, "This is
checkmate."


.fin.