Chapter 6: Wings of Never
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dragonball Z, or any of the following characters except Celeste
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Celeste twitched on the floor, asleep. Vegeta sat on the couch, watching grimly as the drool started to soak
her gag.
"Disgusting." He muttered. "Filthy child. You're probably not even saiyan." He stood up and walked over
to her unmoving form. With a smirk, he stepped as hard as he could on her darkly-striped tail. He watched
with pleasure as she immediately opened her eyes and straightened out, screaming in pain, although it could
hardly be heard. Vegeta frowned. That certainly was a saiyan trait, but it wasn't enough. He needed to see
her fight. See if she could fly.
He kneeled down close by her face.
"Listen, you pathetic half-breed." He growled. She opened her eyes, brimming with tears of pain. She
scowled at him, squinting her pitch black eyes again, then started to yell some, *ahem* rather colorful words
through the gag. She thrashed a bit then gave up. Her bonds were too tight. Vegeta smiled inwardly at her
display.
"I am going to let you sit here and rot a while longer while the woman is out for groceries. Then, after she
returns, we will spar. I wish to see you in combat. Can you fly?" He questioned.
"Mmph." Celeste appeared to be working on something behind her back, listening just enough to nod her
head now and then. He got up in time to see the knife she had pulled from her back pocket slash the cords
binding her wrists. She tried to jump up with a challenging 'Ah ha!' But she seemed to forget that her legs
were still bound. She crashed back to the ground with a confused and surprised look on her face, but
managed to catch herself with her hands. Vegeta laughed, then kicked her in the side, sending her flying into
a wall.
"Shall we spar now, then?"
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Bulma drove home, groceries in the capsules in the passengers seat. She sighed.
"I wish I could just drive along the countryside, forget it all." She went over the day's events in her head.
Vegeta had described Celeste's so-called 'attack'. She still giggled when she thought about it. But her
thoughts still managed to wander over to Celeste herself. Where had the girl come from? Did she have any
family? What were they to do with her? They couldn't abandon her, even though she seemed to know
where she was.
Then Bulma remembered. Celeste knew Goku. She had asked how far away he lived. And unless Vegeta or
Trunks had mentioned him, Celeste shouldn't have even known his name. Bulma made a mental note to
question the girl.
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Jab. Punch. Dodge. Jab.
Outside the house, in a small clearing in the forest, Vegeta and Celeste sparred. Vegeta promised not to use
energy attacks since Celeste couldn't. But still, Vegeta was easily overcoming the child. She could fly, but
only for a little while. Celeste had already been forced to the ground from lack of energy. She fast enough to
continually block his attacks punch after punch, but when he did land the odd punch, she was easy to wear
down. She gradually let more and more attacks past her defense, but managed to hold her ground. Still,
Vegeta moved so fast himself she couldn't even get off one single punch. She knew she was going to lose.
POW!
That final punch made it's way past her depleted defense and found her stomach, throwing her into a tree. A
large crack sounded through the forest, but whether it was the tree breaking from impact or Celeste's spine
cracking from the force, Vegeta couldn't tell. Truth be told, he didn't care either. The girl needed to be
taught a lesson. Rage still boiled in him when he thought about the degrading events that had occurred. The
girl lay at the base of the tree, moaning and giving the occasional lurch of pain. He must have hit her harder
than he thought. ::Ah well.:: Vegeta thought, smirking. ::Not. too much harm done.::
"You are pathetic." He called across the clearing. "I am going back for dinner. When you are fit enough,
follow the path back. I will not be coming back for you, nor will anyone else. Good night."
And with that, he left, leaving the unconscious and mortally wounded Celeste to fend for herself.
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Celeste groaned. ::Argh, what hit me?:: She wondered. She tried to stand up, but as soon as she tried, a
searing pain that burned like fire race up her spine. How would she get back? She couldn't even walk. She
fell to the ground, curled into a ball. The pain was so great, she thought she would pass out again.
"Ergh.." She mumbled half-heartedly. She felt like she was going to die.
Suddenly, a presence. Hovering above her , watching her, observing her. Celeste twitched.
"Hurt, my slave? Get up."
"I can't." She mumbled. She felt weird. Different. Like she owed this person something, like she needed to
obey them.
"You can. Get up, now." Energy coursed through her, focusing on her spine. She felt a pop in her back, and
the energy, along with the fiery pain, subsided. She got onto all fours, then to a crouch, then weakly stood
up. She kept her head down, looking at the ground.
"Good. This is the only time I will help you, child. From now on, you are on your own. You must train, my
slave. You have a mission to finish. I gave you this, now you must complete the payment, or I will crush you
myself." It growled. The voice was deep, yet soothing.
"I. don't know what you're talking. about." Celeste was still quite weak. She lifted her slightly.
"You do. You are denying yourself the truth." It whispered. And just as fast as it appeared, it vanished.
Celeste felt it leave. She lifted her head completely and looked around. She felt stronger now. She stood
there, black eyes staring into the azure skies, thinking and watching the heavens fill with dark clouds and
sounds of thunder. Then, as the rain poured down, soaking everything, Celeste began training, but why,
she didn't know.
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"Vegeta, where's Celeste?" Bulma questioned when she walked in. She threw the grocery capsules on the
counter and took off her light wind jacket. Vegeta was watching TV, and Trunks was no where to be seen.
::Must be in his room.:: Bulma noted.
"I don't know, or care, for that matter." He snapped. He didn't even bother to lift his eyes from the screen.
Bulma sighed.
"Where is she, Vegeta?" She demanded. Vegeta only grunted.
"Fine, no dinner for you tonight. You can cook yourself." Bulma threatened. This was a threat that actually
worked on Vegeta, even if he didn't show it.
"Fine woman, be that way." He scowled. "Trunks! Get out here!" Trunks wandered into the living room,
carrying another action figure.
"Yeah dad?" He asked.
"Go get the girl. She's out where we train. That small clearing." Vegeta's statement was choppy, due to the
fact that he still had his eyes on the TV, watching a commercial selling "the newest dishwasher on the
market". Trunks nodded and headed out the door, and as soon as he was outside he took off flying.
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Trunks landed just short of the clearing, deciding to walk the rest of the way to see if he could catch Celeste
off guard. She seemed weak enough for he himself to take her. As he neared the clearing, He started hiding
behind trees and sneaking around, trying not to make any noises. Trunks played what little part of the
'Mission Impossible' theme he knew in his head. When he came to the edge, he stopped. Celeste was in the
middle of training, and she was training hard. Trunks stood and watched from behind the tree, amazed. She
was moving so fast, and her face was fixed into complete concentration. She punched and kicked wildly. A
slight glow was forming slowly around her, and the faster she went, the brighter it glowed.
Finally, when it looked like Celeste was about to collapse, the glowing aura flashed brightly then
disappeared. She fell to all fours, right in the middle of the clearing. She crossed her arms and grasped both
shoulders, breathing deeply. Trunks listened to her breathing speed up as she shook in what seemed to be
pain. Suddenly, a pair of dark dragon wings ripped through the back of her shirt, stretching to the full
wingspan. They were huge and black, covered in blood. The wings closed up against her back, staining her
red shirt even darker red, then stretching out again. This happened a few times before Celeste stood up. She
clenched her hands into fists.
"This. this is what you give me?! I don't know what you want! This." She yelled. Then her voice
dropped to a barely audible whisper. "This doesn't help." Trunks gasped. Celeste turned her head quickly.
Trunks looked into those deep eyes. Hate, pain and terror swam through them. And yet, there was
something else. And Trunks, even at his young age, recognized it for what it was. Fear.
He continued to stare as Celeste turned and walked down the path that led back, he wings pressed against
her back.
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Vegeta was eating when Trunks walked in, and quickly joined him. Bulma didn't ask about Celeste, so he
guessed she got back alright. But they hadn't mentioned her wings. The wings were pretty hard to miss, so
Trunks couldn't help but wonder. But hey, there was food to eat, and being part saiyan, he was almost
always hungry. Settling with 'I imagined it' as an explanation, he sat down to eat. But before his fork
reached his mouth, Celeste walked into the kitchen herself, and sat down to eat.
No wings.
She didn't have wings anymore, which only furthered his simple explanation. So, that settled he tried to start
eating again. But no, on his eye's way down to his plate, they met Celeste's. A threatening glare crossed her
face. Had he imagined it all? Or was there something more to this girl? Trunks pretended to not have met her
gaze and preceded to eat. Vegeta had noticed the exchange himself, took a short second to think about, then
decided to ignore it.
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Augh, long chapter. At least for me. Finally got Internet on my laptop, so no more converting stories to rich text format so my dinosaur computer that resides in my basement can read them. Goodies.
I'd like to thank Saiyan Girl for motivating me with her excellent stories (I'm insanely jealous of her writing abilities). I deeply suggest reading her stories. And review them too. I can do it, so can you!
Anyways, sorry for posting this two days earlier the I promised I would, and I promise to start updating regularly, even though the next chapter might not be up for a while, since I'm going away for the weekend. Boo-Yah ^_^. Don't forget to review! I looooooooove reviews, truly!
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dragonball Z, or any of the following characters except Celeste
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Celeste twitched on the floor, asleep. Vegeta sat on the couch, watching grimly as the drool started to soak
her gag.
"Disgusting." He muttered. "Filthy child. You're probably not even saiyan." He stood up and walked over
to her unmoving form. With a smirk, he stepped as hard as he could on her darkly-striped tail. He watched
with pleasure as she immediately opened her eyes and straightened out, screaming in pain, although it could
hardly be heard. Vegeta frowned. That certainly was a saiyan trait, but it wasn't enough. He needed to see
her fight. See if she could fly.
He kneeled down close by her face.
"Listen, you pathetic half-breed." He growled. She opened her eyes, brimming with tears of pain. She
scowled at him, squinting her pitch black eyes again, then started to yell some, *ahem* rather colorful words
through the gag. She thrashed a bit then gave up. Her bonds were too tight. Vegeta smiled inwardly at her
display.
"I am going to let you sit here and rot a while longer while the woman is out for groceries. Then, after she
returns, we will spar. I wish to see you in combat. Can you fly?" He questioned.
"Mmph." Celeste appeared to be working on something behind her back, listening just enough to nod her
head now and then. He got up in time to see the knife she had pulled from her back pocket slash the cords
binding her wrists. She tried to jump up with a challenging 'Ah ha!' But she seemed to forget that her legs
were still bound. She crashed back to the ground with a confused and surprised look on her face, but
managed to catch herself with her hands. Vegeta laughed, then kicked her in the side, sending her flying into
a wall.
"Shall we spar now, then?"
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Bulma drove home, groceries in the capsules in the passengers seat. She sighed.
"I wish I could just drive along the countryside, forget it all." She went over the day's events in her head.
Vegeta had described Celeste's so-called 'attack'. She still giggled when she thought about it. But her
thoughts still managed to wander over to Celeste herself. Where had the girl come from? Did she have any
family? What were they to do with her? They couldn't abandon her, even though she seemed to know
where she was.
Then Bulma remembered. Celeste knew Goku. She had asked how far away he lived. And unless Vegeta or
Trunks had mentioned him, Celeste shouldn't have even known his name. Bulma made a mental note to
question the girl.
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Jab. Punch. Dodge. Jab.
Outside the house, in a small clearing in the forest, Vegeta and Celeste sparred. Vegeta promised not to use
energy attacks since Celeste couldn't. But still, Vegeta was easily overcoming the child. She could fly, but
only for a little while. Celeste had already been forced to the ground from lack of energy. She fast enough to
continually block his attacks punch after punch, but when he did land the odd punch, she was easy to wear
down. She gradually let more and more attacks past her defense, but managed to hold her ground. Still,
Vegeta moved so fast himself she couldn't even get off one single punch. She knew she was going to lose.
POW!
That final punch made it's way past her depleted defense and found her stomach, throwing her into a tree. A
large crack sounded through the forest, but whether it was the tree breaking from impact or Celeste's spine
cracking from the force, Vegeta couldn't tell. Truth be told, he didn't care either. The girl needed to be
taught a lesson. Rage still boiled in him when he thought about the degrading events that had occurred. The
girl lay at the base of the tree, moaning and giving the occasional lurch of pain. He must have hit her harder
than he thought. ::Ah well.:: Vegeta thought, smirking. ::Not. too much harm done.::
"You are pathetic." He called across the clearing. "I am going back for dinner. When you are fit enough,
follow the path back. I will not be coming back for you, nor will anyone else. Good night."
And with that, he left, leaving the unconscious and mortally wounded Celeste to fend for herself.
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Celeste groaned. ::Argh, what hit me?:: She wondered. She tried to stand up, but as soon as she tried, a
searing pain that burned like fire race up her spine. How would she get back? She couldn't even walk. She
fell to the ground, curled into a ball. The pain was so great, she thought she would pass out again.
"Ergh.." She mumbled half-heartedly. She felt like she was going to die.
Suddenly, a presence. Hovering above her , watching her, observing her. Celeste twitched.
"Hurt, my slave? Get up."
"I can't." She mumbled. She felt weird. Different. Like she owed this person something, like she needed to
obey them.
"You can. Get up, now." Energy coursed through her, focusing on her spine. She felt a pop in her back, and
the energy, along with the fiery pain, subsided. She got onto all fours, then to a crouch, then weakly stood
up. She kept her head down, looking at the ground.
"Good. This is the only time I will help you, child. From now on, you are on your own. You must train, my
slave. You have a mission to finish. I gave you this, now you must complete the payment, or I will crush you
myself." It growled. The voice was deep, yet soothing.
"I. don't know what you're talking. about." Celeste was still quite weak. She lifted her slightly.
"You do. You are denying yourself the truth." It whispered. And just as fast as it appeared, it vanished.
Celeste felt it leave. She lifted her head completely and looked around. She felt stronger now. She stood
there, black eyes staring into the azure skies, thinking and watching the heavens fill with dark clouds and
sounds of thunder. Then, as the rain poured down, soaking everything, Celeste began training, but why,
she didn't know.
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"Vegeta, where's Celeste?" Bulma questioned when she walked in. She threw the grocery capsules on the
counter and took off her light wind jacket. Vegeta was watching TV, and Trunks was no where to be seen.
::Must be in his room.:: Bulma noted.
"I don't know, or care, for that matter." He snapped. He didn't even bother to lift his eyes from the screen.
Bulma sighed.
"Where is she, Vegeta?" She demanded. Vegeta only grunted.
"Fine, no dinner for you tonight. You can cook yourself." Bulma threatened. This was a threat that actually
worked on Vegeta, even if he didn't show it.
"Fine woman, be that way." He scowled. "Trunks! Get out here!" Trunks wandered into the living room,
carrying another action figure.
"Yeah dad?" He asked.
"Go get the girl. She's out where we train. That small clearing." Vegeta's statement was choppy, due to the
fact that he still had his eyes on the TV, watching a commercial selling "the newest dishwasher on the
market". Trunks nodded and headed out the door, and as soon as he was outside he took off flying.
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Trunks landed just short of the clearing, deciding to walk the rest of the way to see if he could catch Celeste
off guard. She seemed weak enough for he himself to take her. As he neared the clearing, He started hiding
behind trees and sneaking around, trying not to make any noises. Trunks played what little part of the
'Mission Impossible' theme he knew in his head. When he came to the edge, he stopped. Celeste was in the
middle of training, and she was training hard. Trunks stood and watched from behind the tree, amazed. She
was moving so fast, and her face was fixed into complete concentration. She punched and kicked wildly. A
slight glow was forming slowly around her, and the faster she went, the brighter it glowed.
Finally, when it looked like Celeste was about to collapse, the glowing aura flashed brightly then
disappeared. She fell to all fours, right in the middle of the clearing. She crossed her arms and grasped both
shoulders, breathing deeply. Trunks listened to her breathing speed up as she shook in what seemed to be
pain. Suddenly, a pair of dark dragon wings ripped through the back of her shirt, stretching to the full
wingspan. They were huge and black, covered in blood. The wings closed up against her back, staining her
red shirt even darker red, then stretching out again. This happened a few times before Celeste stood up. She
clenched her hands into fists.
"This. this is what you give me?! I don't know what you want! This." She yelled. Then her voice
dropped to a barely audible whisper. "This doesn't help." Trunks gasped. Celeste turned her head quickly.
Trunks looked into those deep eyes. Hate, pain and terror swam through them. And yet, there was
something else. And Trunks, even at his young age, recognized it for what it was. Fear.
He continued to stare as Celeste turned and walked down the path that led back, he wings pressed against
her back.
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Vegeta was eating when Trunks walked in, and quickly joined him. Bulma didn't ask about Celeste, so he
guessed she got back alright. But they hadn't mentioned her wings. The wings were pretty hard to miss, so
Trunks couldn't help but wonder. But hey, there was food to eat, and being part saiyan, he was almost
always hungry. Settling with 'I imagined it' as an explanation, he sat down to eat. But before his fork
reached his mouth, Celeste walked into the kitchen herself, and sat down to eat.
No wings.
She didn't have wings anymore, which only furthered his simple explanation. So, that settled he tried to start
eating again. But no, on his eye's way down to his plate, they met Celeste's. A threatening glare crossed her
face. Had he imagined it all? Or was there something more to this girl? Trunks pretended to not have met her
gaze and preceded to eat. Vegeta had noticed the exchange himself, took a short second to think about, then
decided to ignore it.
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Augh, long chapter. At least for me. Finally got Internet on my laptop, so no more converting stories to rich text format so my dinosaur computer that resides in my basement can read them. Goodies.
I'd like to thank Saiyan Girl for motivating me with her excellent stories (I'm insanely jealous of her writing abilities). I deeply suggest reading her stories. And review them too. I can do it, so can you!
Anyways, sorry for posting this two days earlier the I promised I would, and I promise to start updating regularly, even though the next chapter might not be up for a while, since I'm going away for the weekend. Boo-Yah ^_^. Don't forget to review! I looooooooove reviews, truly!