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Dialogue key:
Speech= "…."
Thought= thought
Telepathy=….
Author's note (a/n)= (…)
Translations
to English= -…-
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Chapter Two: Your Name is What?!
Celestia was on
a wide, open plain. The grass whispered warning to take cover and the wind
passed on the message. They were too far from any civilization to draw any
attention to themselves, which was exactly how she wanted it. She looked up
from her sitting position into two glowing magenta eyes.
"Perhaps
you should keep your distance, friend. Tora is very hostile, as I know you've
learned. And with two transformations at the same time it will be a fight of
wills. If you can best me on my own ground, then the merging will complete. If
not, you'll have to try again with Mitsu…and if you lose again…then you will
die. " The other being eyed her with a deep curiosity.
"TWO transformations?" The deep, monotone voice asked. As he stood, she saw him clearly. It was Cell.
"Yes, you will
be transforming as well."
"What?!" But
even as he said it the world seemed to blur. Groggily, Celestia opened her eyes
and realized that she was staring at the ceiling. She was back in the hotel.
"Just
a dream. But it was so real." She muttered. Mitsu corrected her. It was a
prophecy. They foretell the future through symbolism. Remember?
She
was about to get dressed when the wind made the door make a creaky wail and she
noted that it stood ajar about six inches from the wall. I didn't leave it
open last night. She thought. Still
in some PJ's she'd gotten at the gift shop, Celestia peaked her head outside.
Silence. Too much silence at 9:43 AM. She looked down the hall on her right.
Clothing littered the floor, as they did on the left. "Oh. Flippin. Crud." She
commented quite bluntly. Celestia sighed. "I don't know what should worry me
more. Where that blast-happy cockroach is, or how the HFIL I slept through the
attack AND my alarm?" As if in answer to her question, the sound of creepy
footsteps echoed across the entire level.
KT-TC KT-TC KT-TC
"Oh
goody. I have a feeling this party just getting started." She was now in the
middle of the hall. Celestia turned around to face the monstrosity known as
Cell.
"
Well, well, well. We meet again, little one." Cell smirked at her. "It's time
to finish you."
"
Really?" Celestia spoke in slight amusement, " Well, your name's Cell, right?"
He nodded proudly. "Whad'ya know? Your name's half of mine. I'm Celestia.
That's one of my names, anyway."
"Hmmmm,"
Cell grunted to show he was listening, though his attention was somewhere else.
"Someone has decided to spoil my fun. Piccolo, I believe." He looked out the
nearby window. "I will have to kill you fast. However, first I wish to know why
you do not fear me."
"Certainly.
It's very simple. When humans see you, they automatically associate you with
death and the unknown because they've heard that you cause death. Humans fear
death because they do not know what will happen to them when they die. I don't
fear death because I do know what will happen." She explained.
Just
then, Piccolo burst in "to save the day" through the window and got into a
fighting stance. Cell had phased in behind Celestia and roughly grabbed her
wrist, thus holding her hostage.
"You!!"
Piccolo shouted in shock when he saw Celestia.
"I
should say the same!!" She yelled back.
"Piccolo."
Cell hissed.
"Oh,
so THIS is Piccolo." She called to them both so she would be heard.
"Cell,
let her go." Piccolo growled.
"
I think not." He laughed and, raising his free hand, blasted a huge hole
through the wall. The debris in the air forced Piccolo to shield his eyes,
giving Cell enough time to dash through it with Celestia. He took off and was
400 feet in the air and a mile away from Piccolo before the dust settled.
He
looked down at her and she stared back. "How do you hover like this?"
She
deserved an answer, he supposed. He answered, " I push my internal energy
underneath me and thus it pushes me upward." He looked to the right and saw
Piccolo coming at high speed, but he was nowhere near enough to help her if she
fell. " And we're about to find out if you can do the same … in twenty seconds.
Think you'll survive?"
"
I already have a way to fly, but not like you can. If worse comes to worse,
I'll use that method."
He
laughed evilly and let her go.
The
ground was looming up at her as Cell sped away. Piccolo was in no position to
do any good. She spread out her arms and legs to slow the fall as she tried in
vain to use energy. She began to shake in frustration, as it wasn't working and
was about to use her powers when she turned over. A man was flying towards her,
which had caught her eye. He had black hair and a scar on one cheek. He caught
her in mid-fall and rose into the air before coming to a halt 100 feet above
the ground.
"
You're lucky I was headed your direction, huh."
"Err…
yeah. Thanks. You can put me down over there, kay?" she pointed to the street
below.
"Sure."
He answered. " By the way, my name's Yamcha." His scar deepened as he smiled.
"Celestia."
"So
you must be pretty scared after being attacked, right?" Yamcha would have
unknowing sealed his fate for a tongue-lashing if she was Tora, however,
Celestia kept calm and answered as if it was obvious.
"Of
course not. He's startling at first sight, but other than that just plain
annoying once you get used to his presence. In my opinion, he's missing out on
a lot of the joyful little things in life." She replied. " I noticed he has
slitted eyes. Like a cat. Do you know what that means? He's never seen color in
his life. Think about it."
"Wow.
First you're not afraid of him. Then you take the time to notice all these
things about him. How'd you do that and live? It's pretty impressive I'd say."
Yamcha asked as he touched down on the street.
"Wait,
Yamcha!" Piccolo called as he stopped in front of them, preventing Yamcha from
putting her down. " That's the second time she been attacked. It's obvious
Cell's out to kill her. I suggest you take her to the Lookout." Piccolo was
about to explain that he was going after Cell, but Celestia had other plans.
"
You aren't taking me anywhere!!! Especially you, Piccolo!!" Celestia screamed
as she struggled to get out of his grip.
"Hey,
hey. Relax, will you? I tell you what. If you come to the Lookout with me, I'll
teach you how to fly. Okay?" Yamcha succeeded in calming her, but only while
she was in thought.
They
didn't see the feathers? Then they still think I'm a weakling. Yet they know
how to fly in a way I cannot. I have no choice but to trust them temporarily.
Well not trust. Trust is to strong a word. After a moment she spoke, " Fine, but after I learn how to fly I'm
going to leave. After I can fly well, anyway."
"Suits
me just fine." Piccolo replied.
As
he prepared to fly off after Cell, Celestia added an afterthought to the
previous statement. "And Piccolo," He turned around to faced her in her cradled
position. She was starring directly at his eyes when she said, " I am NOT a
punk."
He
flew off; not noticing what she had just said had anything to do with him.
"Where's he going?" Celestia asked Yamcha.
"
Probably after Cell." He answered curtly.
"Why?"
she persisted.
"I'll
tell you when we get to the Lookout. It's sort of a long story."
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It
was now, thirty minutes later after the remark about punks that Piccolo's mind
grasped WHY the girl had said what she did. His eyes widened as the memories of
the other day flooded into his brain. " But how could she have known? She was
five miles away." He realized that Cell was long gone, cursed himself, and
began to head back to the Lookout, still wondering if Celestia could read
minds.
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End Chapter 2
BONUS
Next time: 'Conversations With a Familiar Saiyan Prince'
Quote of the Chapter:
'A relationship is like a rose, How
long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours,
you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave,
you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and
care for the one you chose.'
-Rob Cella (heh heh. Don't own it.)
Sorry about the wait. R/R please. See ya.
ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CELL!
}:=8) This is Pen Dragon signing off.
