Chapter 3: Shadows and Colds
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, except Celeste.
Celeste rubbed her eyes sleepily. She had spent the entire night on the couch, and now her back ached. She
Remembered doing something, or saying something, she shouldn't have. Her memory was fogged, and she
felt like she was drugged. It took all her strength to stand, if only to fall back onto the couch.
"Uhhhnnn...." Celeste rolled over onto her side. She couldn't bear to do anything this morning. She stole a
glance out the window, at the rose colored dawn. It was barely daylight. No wonder she was so sluggish,
not to mention nearly blind.
She curled up tight. Why would she wake up so early? Normally she didn't wake until 10:00 p.m.
She sensed something, felt something was wrong. And that something...
...was right behind her.
She flipped over and sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through her back. Someone stood in the
shadows. She growled, and her tail flipped a bit then instinctively curled around her slim waist. She stood
up, alert but still groggy.
"Who are...you?" She mumbled. What was wrong? She should be in a fighting stance, ready to attack or be
attacked, but she was barely able to keep her balance. The figure laughed. The laughter was familiar, but
not in a good why. It was someone who had caused her pain, terror... The turmoil in her mind bubbled,
trying to recall something it pushed away.
"Celeste, do not forget why you are here. Not to play games. You know your mission." The voice was
patched with anger and amusement, pain and impatience. Who could it be?
"Who indeed." The voice was angrier. "You forget so easily." The shadow vanished. The turmoil hissed,
then blew.
Celeste collapsed.
Bulma shrieked. "VEGETA!"
The mighty saiyan prince stumbled into the living room.
"What is it, woman, I was asleep..." Vegeta growled. He leaned on the door frame, running his fingers the
his hair. It was only after he rubbed the sleep from his eyes that he noticed the saiyan girl passed out on the
floor.
"Hey, what happened?" The Prince asked.
"I was about to ask you that." Bulma said. "I was going to make breakfast and she was just lying there."
Vegeta kneeled down beside Celeste's unmoving form. He was still in his boxers, but Bulma was all
dressed.
"Well?" Bulma questioned.
"Well what?" Vegeta snapped. "How the heck am I supposed know what happened?" Bulma gritted her
teeth.
"Well pick her up and bring her to the guest room. I need to make sure she's ok!" Bulma yelled. "She is
apparently the last female of your race, don't you care that she lives?!" Vegeta, still slightly sleepy,
shrugged and lifted the girl from the carpet, and followed Bulma to the guest room, where she proceeded to
examine the girl for injuries. The only thing they found was a slight pinprick in her arm.
Bulma decided to run a blood test. She took some of Celeste's blood to her lab, and spent the next
hour scanning it for everything possible. She found nothing, except a slight cold. But that wasn't enough to
knock her out, was it? She looked the virus over one more time, closer. There was something different with
it. It had been modified, and slightly resembled a chemical used to put people to sleep.* How had it gotten
into her blood? Bulma thought.
The pinprick! Had it really been a needle? Bit it barely cut through the skin, it shouldn't have made it to the
bloodstream. But if that wasn't it, then how?
"WOMAN! I'M HUNGRY!" Vegeta bellowed. Bulma sighed. No time to herself these days.
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Heh heh, Veggie-chan in boxers...
Anyway, there wont be a new chapter for about a week. If there is know chapter after a week's time, proceed to bombard me with emails, that should get me off my butt.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, except Celeste.
Celeste rubbed her eyes sleepily. She had spent the entire night on the couch, and now her back ached. She
Remembered doing something, or saying something, she shouldn't have. Her memory was fogged, and she
felt like she was drugged. It took all her strength to stand, if only to fall back onto the couch.
"Uhhhnnn...." Celeste rolled over onto her side. She couldn't bear to do anything this morning. She stole a
glance out the window, at the rose colored dawn. It was barely daylight. No wonder she was so sluggish,
not to mention nearly blind.
She curled up tight. Why would she wake up so early? Normally she didn't wake until 10:00 p.m.
She sensed something, felt something was wrong. And that something...
...was right behind her.
She flipped over and sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through her back. Someone stood in the
shadows. She growled, and her tail flipped a bit then instinctively curled around her slim waist. She stood
up, alert but still groggy.
"Who are...you?" She mumbled. What was wrong? She should be in a fighting stance, ready to attack or be
attacked, but she was barely able to keep her balance. The figure laughed. The laughter was familiar, but
not in a good why. It was someone who had caused her pain, terror... The turmoil in her mind bubbled,
trying to recall something it pushed away.
"Celeste, do not forget why you are here. Not to play games. You know your mission." The voice was
patched with anger and amusement, pain and impatience. Who could it be?
"Who indeed." The voice was angrier. "You forget so easily." The shadow vanished. The turmoil hissed,
then blew.
Celeste collapsed.
Bulma shrieked. "VEGETA!"
The mighty saiyan prince stumbled into the living room.
"What is it, woman, I was asleep..." Vegeta growled. He leaned on the door frame, running his fingers the
his hair. It was only after he rubbed the sleep from his eyes that he noticed the saiyan girl passed out on the
floor.
"Hey, what happened?" The Prince asked.
"I was about to ask you that." Bulma said. "I was going to make breakfast and she was just lying there."
Vegeta kneeled down beside Celeste's unmoving form. He was still in his boxers, but Bulma was all
dressed.
"Well?" Bulma questioned.
"Well what?" Vegeta snapped. "How the heck am I supposed know what happened?" Bulma gritted her
teeth.
"Well pick her up and bring her to the guest room. I need to make sure she's ok!" Bulma yelled. "She is
apparently the last female of your race, don't you care that she lives?!" Vegeta, still slightly sleepy,
shrugged and lifted the girl from the carpet, and followed Bulma to the guest room, where she proceeded to
examine the girl for injuries. The only thing they found was a slight pinprick in her arm.
Bulma decided to run a blood test. She took some of Celeste's blood to her lab, and spent the next
hour scanning it for everything possible. She found nothing, except a slight cold. But that wasn't enough to
knock her out, was it? She looked the virus over one more time, closer. There was something different with
it. It had been modified, and slightly resembled a chemical used to put people to sleep.* How had it gotten
into her blood? Bulma thought.
The pinprick! Had it really been a needle? Bit it barely cut through the skin, it shouldn't have made it to the
bloodstream. But if that wasn't it, then how?
"WOMAN! I'M HUNGRY!" Vegeta bellowed. Bulma sighed. No time to herself these days.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
Heh heh, Veggie-chan in boxers...
Anyway, there wont be a new chapter for about a week. If there is know chapter after a week's time, proceed to bombard me with emails, that should get me off my butt.