The Perfect Creation

Close contact was unexpected unless it came as a flying fist or swift kick. Rarely did anyone willingly come close to Cell and rarer still was it in the form of Kaki’s gentle hug. What provoked it, he wasn’t sure. Beings like her had various and complex emotions. Cell didn’t suffer from such things.

Kaki’s whispers, tone as soft as the sentiment she conveyed, felt as if it was coming from a million miles away despite her proximity. It was gentle and yearning and filled with other emotions he was only beginning to learn and feel himself. Cell couldn’t put a name to the feeling in his chest, the way it twisted and ached, similar and yet different from before. More intense. One hand lifted to rest on her back, the action somehow feeling right.

Cell’s mouth opened, but for once he felt at a loss for words. It took him a moment longer before he responded. “That is not something you need worry about. When I defeat Goku, we’ll both leave this dirt ball of a planet.”

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This organic ritual was strange. Pressing your lips together for the purpose of, what? Did organics get a power boost this way? Did they read power levels through the touch of their lips? Maybe it was a disarming tactic. Whatever its intent, Gero’s computer had failed to fully educate Cell on this topic. Which, now that he thought about it, meant it was either insignificant in terms of fighting, or completely unrelated and thus unnecessary. 

Cell was banking on the latter. Organics were weak and meant to be disposed of. They were exactly the type to have nonsense rituals. 

So why was he about to kiss one?

Kaki was still waiting. “Well?” 

Magenta eyes narrowed. He was the one who initiated this little exercise into kissing. Well, time to try it then. 

How was she so short? Funny how he hadn’t exactly realized this fact until he was bent at the waist to bring their faces inches apart, noses barely touching. Gray eyes stared back at him, something unreadable hiding in their depths. In the magazine, their eyes had been closed. Cell, deciding to go for the full effect, closed his eyes and moved forward until their lips touched. Then he pulled back. 

That felt unsuccessful. No, they had been doing something else with their lips. He tried again, this time his lips forming against hers. He pulled back after another moment. 

That time felt better, but he wanted to try again. It was weird but he had... felt something? Was his hypothesis correct? Did organics actually get power this way? 

Cell kissed Kaki again, this time his hand holding her jaw in place against him. His grip was a little rough, unused to the delicate nature of relationships. There were only the briefest of pauses between his kisses, though some lasted longer than others. It had started off experimental, the pauses between the kisses full of contemplation on how it felt and what it meant, but it quickly dissolved into a flurry. At some point during this, Kaki had started to lift upwards, both her ki and Cell’s arms supporting her. 

Slowly, the kisses dissolved on their lips and neither looked as if they had expected it to take quite such a turn of events. 

Still holding her, Cell finally spoke. “I suppose I can see some merit to this ritual. Even if it’s only a small power boost, why didn’t you simply say so?”