Chapter 3: No rest for the wicked
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. Sadly.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" rang sharply in her ears. She winced.
::..ouch..:: .she thought. That didn't help her headache at all. Not
one bit. She reached up and clutched her head tightly. That yell
sounded specifically like...Bulma. Yes, that was her name, wasn't
it? She was pretty sure. Vegeta's...wife? Or was it girlfriend?
Nothing was clear. She got up and turned around. A woman with
blue hair was chewing out Vegeta. ::Yep, it's Bulma.:: She
concluded.
"Hello." She greeted. Bulma turned around to find her
"houseguest" sitting up, eyes still closed.
"You wait here Vegeta. I'm not done with you" Bulma threatened.
Vegeta did his best to disappear into the next room. No luck.
Bulma grabbed him by the ear.
"Stay HERE!" She yelled into it. He twitched.
"Augh! ALRIGHT woman!" He rubbed his ear, as if that would
make the ringing sound go away. He kept massaging his ear as he
scowled at the girl. ::Yeah, like it's my fault.:: She scowled back.
Bulma walked over and knelt beside her.
"Hey there. What's your name?" she smiled sweetly.
"No offense or anything, Bulma, but I would prefer you didn't talk
to me like a child. And my name is Celeste, thanks for asking."
Celeste replied.
"W-well," stammered Bulma. "Aren't you the outgoing one?" She
smiled again and stood up. The girl opened her eyes and looked at
Bulma, smiling also. The darkness of the girl's eyes surprised her.
::Those eyes!:: Bulma thought. ::So deep, and so full! It's like I can
see her soul!:: Bulma watched the flickers of amusement and pain
swim in Celeste's eyes. To her, it was like a kaleidoscope of
feelings. She stared for only a moment longer, then offered her
hand out to help Celeste up. She readily took Bulma's hand, and
stood up.
"If you don't mind my asking..." Bulma said.
"Yes?"
"How exactly do you see, you know, without pupils?" She said.
"Oh...I'm not really sure, either. I think that I can see where the
sun's rays hit objects, creating shapes and figures for me. It works
and all, but everything is in black and white. Which really explains
why I'm blind in the dark." Celeste explained.
"Fascinating..." mocked Vegeta.
"Can it, Vegetable Head!" Bulma called over her shoulder.
"Celeste, that is how you pronounce it, right? Is it alright if I run a
few tests to check you out? You know, make sure you're ok, you
look a little woozy, see if I can figure out how your eyes work..."
Bulma asked.
"Sure." Celeste agreed, smiling.
Next thing Celeste knew, she was in a little room with some
machines prodding her eyes.
"Ow! Freakin' mechanical bast.." Celeste grumbled as one of the
arms prodded a little too hard. She rubbed her eye. It stung, and
when she moved her hand away, a drop of blood had stained her
fingers. She looked up and saw Bulma enter jotting notes on a
clipboard.
"A little cliche, huh?" Celeste mentioned.
Bulma looked up. "What?"
Celeste chuckled. "Nothing."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's time to eat, and you being
saiyan and all, you're probably starving. I just hope Vegeta hasn't
completely raided the kitchen yet."
"Uh, right..." Celeste pushed away the machines that had
continued poking her while they were talking. She followed Bulma
to the kitchen.
Vegeta inhaled his food, only pausing to take some sips of water to
wash down the food he swallowed. Bulma talked constantly to
Celeste, who only prodded her food with her fork, occasionally
popping some into her mouth and sipping at her glass. When
Vegeta finally looked up from his 7th plate, his mouth still full, he
noticed that Celeste hadn't even finished her first serving. He
thought about this for a second, but he was still rather hungry, so
he let his stomach take over and continued stuffing himself.
Celeste stared off into her cooked carrots, thinking.
"So I was thinking...Celeste? Are you even listening?" Bulma
asked.
"Uh yeah...yeah sure..." she mumbled.
"What's on your mind?" Bulma questioned. Celeste put down her
fork.
"How far away does Kakar...uh, Goku live?" Vegeta almost
choked. He stared at her. Bulma looked extremely surprised.
"H-how do you know Goku?" She stammered.
"Better yet, how do you know his saiyan name?" Vegeta stood up
and leaned over to her. "Are you hiding something?" He
whispered.
"I-I'm sorry...I'm not hungry...I think I'll go sleep...not feeling
well....night..." Celeste got up and wandered off into the living,
where a dull thump sound was heard as she collapsed onto it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. Sadly.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" rang sharply in her ears. She winced.
::..ouch..:: .she thought. That didn't help her headache at all. Not
one bit. She reached up and clutched her head tightly. That yell
sounded specifically like...Bulma. Yes, that was her name, wasn't
it? She was pretty sure. Vegeta's...wife? Or was it girlfriend?
Nothing was clear. She got up and turned around. A woman with
blue hair was chewing out Vegeta. ::Yep, it's Bulma.:: She
concluded.
"Hello." She greeted. Bulma turned around to find her
"houseguest" sitting up, eyes still closed.
"You wait here Vegeta. I'm not done with you" Bulma threatened.
Vegeta did his best to disappear into the next room. No luck.
Bulma grabbed him by the ear.
"Stay HERE!" She yelled into it. He twitched.
"Augh! ALRIGHT woman!" He rubbed his ear, as if that would
make the ringing sound go away. He kept massaging his ear as he
scowled at the girl. ::Yeah, like it's my fault.:: She scowled back.
Bulma walked over and knelt beside her.
"Hey there. What's your name?" she smiled sweetly.
"No offense or anything, Bulma, but I would prefer you didn't talk
to me like a child. And my name is Celeste, thanks for asking."
Celeste replied.
"W-well," stammered Bulma. "Aren't you the outgoing one?" She
smiled again and stood up. The girl opened her eyes and looked at
Bulma, smiling also. The darkness of the girl's eyes surprised her.
::Those eyes!:: Bulma thought. ::So deep, and so full! It's like I can
see her soul!:: Bulma watched the flickers of amusement and pain
swim in Celeste's eyes. To her, it was like a kaleidoscope of
feelings. She stared for only a moment longer, then offered her
hand out to help Celeste up. She readily took Bulma's hand, and
stood up.
"If you don't mind my asking..." Bulma said.
"Yes?"
"How exactly do you see, you know, without pupils?" She said.
"Oh...I'm not really sure, either. I think that I can see where the
sun's rays hit objects, creating shapes and figures for me. It works
and all, but everything is in black and white. Which really explains
why I'm blind in the dark." Celeste explained.
"Fascinating..." mocked Vegeta.
"Can it, Vegetable Head!" Bulma called over her shoulder.
"Celeste, that is how you pronounce it, right? Is it alright if I run a
few tests to check you out? You know, make sure you're ok, you
look a little woozy, see if I can figure out how your eyes work..."
Bulma asked.
"Sure." Celeste agreed, smiling.
Next thing Celeste knew, she was in a little room with some
machines prodding her eyes.
"Ow! Freakin' mechanical bast.." Celeste grumbled as one of the
arms prodded a little too hard. She rubbed her eye. It stung, and
when she moved her hand away, a drop of blood had stained her
fingers. She looked up and saw Bulma enter jotting notes on a
clipboard.
"A little cliche, huh?" Celeste mentioned.
Bulma looked up. "What?"
Celeste chuckled. "Nothing."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's time to eat, and you being
saiyan and all, you're probably starving. I just hope Vegeta hasn't
completely raided the kitchen yet."
"Uh, right..." Celeste pushed away the machines that had
continued poking her while they were talking. She followed Bulma
to the kitchen.
Vegeta inhaled his food, only pausing to take some sips of water to
wash down the food he swallowed. Bulma talked constantly to
Celeste, who only prodded her food with her fork, occasionally
popping some into her mouth and sipping at her glass. When
Vegeta finally looked up from his 7th plate, his mouth still full, he
noticed that Celeste hadn't even finished her first serving. He
thought about this for a second, but he was still rather hungry, so
he let his stomach take over and continued stuffing himself.
Celeste stared off into her cooked carrots, thinking.
"So I was thinking...Celeste? Are you even listening?" Bulma
asked.
"Uh yeah...yeah sure..." she mumbled.
"What's on your mind?" Bulma questioned. Celeste put down her
fork.
"How far away does Kakar...uh, Goku live?" Vegeta almost
choked. He stared at her. Bulma looked extremely surprised.
"H-how do you know Goku?" She stammered.
"Better yet, how do you know his saiyan name?" Vegeta stood up
and leaned over to her. "Are you hiding something?" He
whispered.
"I-I'm sorry...I'm not hungry...I think I'll go sleep...not feeling
well....night..." Celeste got up and wandered off into the living,
where a dull thump sound was heard as she collapsed onto it.