The Celestial Witches: Chapter 1

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"Celeste? Are you there?" Kingki asked.

"Yes, Kingki. What is it that you want," Celeste, a tall women with a great figure, answered.

"There is a girl with blue hair coming your way in a flying car. Do you see her?"

"Yes, I saw her a couple of minutes before you spoke to me."

"I need you to shoot her car down because Yamcha needs to talk to her."

"Yamcha?" Celeste asked.

"A guy I am training on my little planet. She is his girl friend," Kingki said

"That is good, because now I have a reason to shoot her down." Celeste said.

"What does that mean?" Kingki asked.

"She is Trista, the second celestial witch."

"No there can't be more then one celestial witch!" Kingki exclaimed.

"Well there is," Celeste said. "I got to shoot that car down. I will be right back."

"No! Forget it!" Kingki yelled.

Back at Kingki's little planet, Tin and Yamcha were wondering what was wrong with Kingki.

"Kingki?" tin asked as Yamcha and him approached Kingki.

"Celeste, no!" Kingki yelled out loud before Yamcha and Tin could touch him.

"Who is Celeste?" Tin asked

"She is a friend of mine. She lives on Namack. She is human, well not really, she is a witch. Bulma is flying over her house and Celeste is going to shoot her down.

"No, Bulma," Yamcha said.

"She is not going to hurt Bulma, she is going to make her Trista, the second Celestial witch. I am not sure if Bulma is the second Celestial Witch though but hopefully she is."

"If she isn't Trista, what would happen to her?" Yamcha asked concernedly.

"I am not sure but it would be bad," Kingki said

"So is this Celeste person pretty?" Tin asked.

Every one sweat dropped.

"What?" Tin asked, "I am available."

"Any way back to Bulma. If she is Trista, she can communicate with me and you guys." Kingki said.

"Alright I get to talk to Bulma!" Yamcha yelled.

. . . .

On Namack, Celeste was aiming for Bulma's car.

"Ready, aim, fire!" Celeste aimed her finger and shot. It was a direct hit on the engine. The car came crashing down. It landed 100 feet from Celeste's house. Bulma wasn't hurt and got out the care mad as hell.

"Who do you think you are shooting down my car!" Bulma yelled at Celeste.

"You sure have guts to come out of that car and yell at me when I could blasted you to high heaven," Celeste said, "You are definitely Trista. She is the one with the temper and the guts to yell at any one."

"Huh?" Bulma said dumbfounded

"I am Celeste, the first celestial witch. You are Trista the second and final celestial witch."

"I am not Trista an I am not a witch!" Bulma yelled.

"You have a silver stone necklace that looks like a moon," Celeste pulled out her own stone that was a gold star on a gold chain.

"Yeah, my mom gave it to me," Bulma pulled out a silver moon on a silver chain.

"Your mom was Trista before you, and her mom before her, like mom," Celeste explained.

"How come my mom never told me about this?" Bulma asked, looking at her silver moon in her hand.

"Your mother's memories were erased of Trista when she gave you the Amulet. You are required to give the amulet to the first daughter born to you. If you don't have a daughter you will give the amulet to your first son's wife. If you done have any children, you are shit out of luck."

After Bulma was done being in shock, she said, "Prove to me that I am a witch."

"I can fly on broom and I can teach you too," Celeste said calmly.

"Fine show me," Bulma said.

"I have to get my broom and a spare for you," Celeste said running in to the house.

She came out with two brooms. She gave the one in her left hand to Bulma.

"That will have to do until we make you your own broom," Celeste said. "Now do as I tell you. Step one, get on the broom like so," Celeste straddled the broom. Bulma copied her.

"Step two, clear your mind. Think of simple things like flying among clouds." Bulma closed her eyes and thought about Yamcha. She didn't realize that she was floating. Bulma opened her eyes.

"Step three, don't look down," Celeste said but it was too late. Bulma looked down and screamed. "It was a good thing that you were only four feet off the ground," Celeste said while she was laughing. "And that is why you don't look down! Ok try again."

Bulma raised in the air again and flew in a couple circles.

"I did it!!! I can fly!!!" Bulma yelled excitedly.

"That's good we will make you a broom tomorrow," Celeste said, "We have to talk to Kingki now, come I will teach you." They went into the house.

Bulma saw all the cool stuff that Celeste had when they entered the house. There was a table with a crystal ball on it. There were shelves with hundreds of jars with labels on them. The kitchen smell like cinnamon. There was a door that led to a cozy little bedroom with two beds.

"Come over here to the table," Celeste ordered, who was sitting at the table with the crystal ball. "Picture in your mind what you want to see," Celeste instructed.

Bulma closed her eyes and pictured Yamcha. She opened her eyes and looked in the crystal ball and saw him.

"Kingki, are you there?" Celeste asked.

"Yes, how is Bulma?" Kingki asked.

"I am fine, thank you," Bulma said.

"So, she is the second celestial witch," Kingki said.

"Yes, and she has already learned to fly on a broom!" Celeste said, "She is a fast learner."

"Can I talk to Yamcha now?" Bulma asked.

"Sure, one second," Kingki said.

"Yamcha, come here," Kingki said out loud on his little planet.

"What is it?" Yamcha asked.

"Bulma can talk to you now," Yamcha put his hand on Kingki's shoulder.

"Bulma? Are you there?" Yamcha asked.

"Hi Yamcha," Bulma said, "How are you?"

"Fine, how 'bout you?"

"Fine. Guess what I am?!" Bulma said.

"What?" Yamcha said.

"I am a witch! I can fly on a broom!" Bulma exclaimed. "My witch name is Trista but I like Bulma better."

"That is cool and now you can talk to me!" Yamcha said.

"I have to go now. Celeste said we had to get an early start tomorrow," Bulma said.

"Ok bye," Yamcha said

"Bye."

"Time to make dinner," Celeste said, "But we have to find the spell to cast over your broom to make it fly."

She stood up and pulled down a book from one of the hundreds of selves. The book was called The Art of Flying. Celeste flipped to the back of the thick book to the index and looked up spells for brooms. Then she flipped to page 214 and there was a spell to make a broom fly.

"I have to teach you how to cast spells to have you make your own broom." Celeste said to Bulma, "So we will start with cooking."

She too out another book called Simple Cooking Spells for Beginners. She flipped to a spell called Spaghetti.

"Ok say these words," Celeste instructed pointing to the to words in the book.

"Ok, 'Hear me know, Make a good meal, To fill the people, But don't make them keel, Eat this food Gratefully."

As Bulma said the spell uncooked spaghetti noodles flew across the kitchen into a pot with water on the stove. A can of tomato sauce flew to another pot, was opened and poured into the pot and cooked. The noodles were done in two second, then they were strained and put on plates. The sauce was done and was poured on the noodles. The plates flew over to the table with forks and set right in front of Celeste and Bulma.

"Wow!" Bulma said, shocked, "I wish I could have done that sooner."

"Don't all the mortals," Celeste said.

They ate in silence. Bulma felt a furry thing nudging against her. Bulma screamed and jumped up on the chair.

"What?!" Celeste jumped up.

"A furry thing brushed against my leg," Bulma yelled.

"Oh that was just Carma. Come here you naughty kitty. It is all right Bulma," Celeste held up a cute black cat with a white face. "He was probably looking for his dinner."

"Oh," Bulma said as she got down from the chair.

Celeste got up and put some fish in Carma's dish. Carma purred and ate gratefully.

When Celeste and Bulma was done eating, Celeste made the dishes wash them selves.

"It is getting late and we have to start very early in the morning. We should go to bed," Celeste said heading towards the bedroom. Bulma followed.

Celeste closed her eyes and nodded her head and in a second she was in her p.j.s.

"I will teach you how to do that," Celeste said, "First, close you eyes and think of p.j.s. Second, nod your when you have thought of a pair. Then you will be in you p.j.s."

Bulma did what she was told and the next thing she knew was that she was in her p.j.s.

"That's cool!" Bulma said.

"Good let's go to bed," Celeste said.

Bulma climbed into bed and saw Carma sleeping in Celeste's arms. She knew that she wanted a cat like that. She fell asleep thinking about what her cat would look like.