Chapter 10: Gargoyle Girl
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the following characters, except for Celeste. She's © me.
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Celeste giggled. She was still hyper and was playing mind games with herself, playing out little scenarios
in her head, like what she would do if Goku or Vegeta came out to find her.
"Ooo, I'd hide then jump out an' surprise 'em!" She plotted, semi-evilly. Snickering, she crouched down
low against the roof. Suddenly, Celeste felt that familiar prick in the back of her head.. She stopped
making noise and held her breath. It was coming from. her left. She slinked down even further and
turned, only to come face-to-face with a small ridge in the roof, blocking her view. Peeking over it, she
watched as some jumped up onto the roof. They landed on bended knee, then stood up and turned around.
Trunks.
Well, this changed things. She had betted on Vegeta coming up, or him sending up Goku, not Trunks.
What was she supposed to do now? She bit her tongue in thought, then smiled as a plan formed itself it
her head.
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"Why couldn't Father have sent Goku? What's his problem?" Trunks growled. "Why doesn't he want
Goku to see Celeste?" He sighed. Vegeta had told him to 'fetch the girl' and to 'lock her in a room
somewhere'. He really didn't want to lock Celeste up anywhere, just talk to her.
He paused his thoughts when he caught a glimpse of a brown out of the corner of his eye. He turned
silently, and was able to catch Celeste in the process of slipping down over the edge of the roof. He walked
over and looked down. She was just slipping into an open window. He waited for about three seconds after
she got in, then followed. What did she have in mind?
He found her, crouched against the floor, peeking around a corner. She was snickering evilly. Slowly, she
stood up, now silent. He laughed in his head. What did she think she was, a spy? Trunks decided to mess
with her. He crept up closer, watching her stand there as if waiting. Slowly, she set one foot in front of
her, then the other. She was perfectly silent, as was he, even when he was about an inch from her, nearly
breathing down her neck. He reached out, and in one swift motion, grabbed her around her waist and
pinned her arms to her side. Her wings went out in defense, but they could not escape the tight hold he
had on her. Celeste made a hissing noise and bit down on his arm.
"Holy crap!" Trunks yelled. Boy, her teeth were sharp! He slid one arm further around her and let the
other one free to inspect it.
Blood! She had drawn blood!
"Frick!" He said. Suddenly, he felt a rather wet something on his arm. Looking over, he saw Celeste
dragging her tongue across his exposed arm. He let go completely, cursing, wiping the saliva off his arm
and trying to stop the blood flowing from his cut. Celeste dashed out of sight, trying to escape.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" Trunks yelled after her. He sighed.
"Kami, that sounded so dumb."
~*~
Goku had gone home so he and Gohan could train as soon as Gohan got back from school. Vegeta sat
there at the table, waiting.
Suddenly a curse came from the floor above, followed by footsteps and
'You can run, but you can't hide!'. What was Trunks doing up there? He was supposed to bring Celeste
back down, not be playing some twisted version of Hide-and-Seek. He better not have to go up there, or
else *someone* would be in definite pain.
~*~
Celeste ducked into a linen closet, pulling in her wings. She grinned maliciously as she listened to Trunks
run past. Man, this was fun.
~*~
"Get out here!" Trunks yelled. Celeste was really pissing him off! Where was she?
He heard a giggle. Slightly muffled, but an obvious giggle. He turned back down the hallway,
ignoring the slightly ajar closet door, suspicious as it was. ::Duh!:: Celeste thought as she reached out and
grabbed his ankle, pulling it towards her and causing him to fall. Trunks got back up and reached into the
linen closet, pulling the hyperactive girl out by her arm. She squirmed, but only succeeded in making him
tighten his grip.
"Now, are you gonna behave?" He asked. Celeste flopped over onto the ground, going limp in his hand
and overall ignoring him. Trunks sighed in exasperation, and dragged Celeste down the hallway, down a
flight of stairs and into the kitchen where Vegeta sat, waiting. Amazingly, Celeste had managed to stay
limp the whole way. Vegeta looked up from a cup of coffee he had poured himself as they entered, and
Trunks dropped Celeste face-up on the tiled floor and sat down at the table, after pouring himself some
coffee also.
"I told you to lock her in her room, not drag her down here." Vegeta said half-heartedly, not really caring.
Trunks just grumbled, sipping his coffee.
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Celeste lay on the floor, plotting her escape, when a familiar scent wafted past her nose.
Coffee!
She crawled under the table straight to the other side then reached up and felt around. She was not far
from Vegeta's legs, so she tried to be careful. Her hand soon brushed a warm cup, and she quickly
grabbed it and brought it close to her nose, letting the smell tickle her nostrils. She put the rim to her lips
and quickly emptied the cup.
Already feeling the caffeine in her blood, Celeste moved down the length of the table towards the chair
where Trunks sat. She repeated the previous act, and emptied Trunk's cup too.
Suddenly, she felt something twist inside of her. ::Uh-oh,:: Celeste thought. ::Something's wrong!:: She
wrapped her arms around her stomach and bent over in pain. Her vision blurred, then focused, then
blurred again. She felt her wings emerge from her back and wrapped her tail tightly around her waist for
support, but she ended up making the pain worse.
A sharp pain went through her joints, back and waist, then everything went black.
~*~
"Where'd my coffee go?" Trunks said looking around. Vegeta shrugged in an 'I don't care' type of way,
then reached for his cup, but grabbed nothing. Vegeta was just about to say something, when the table
gave a sudden lurch into the air, the fell back to the ground. Vegeta and Trunks stared at each other, then
looked under the table.
There lay Celeste, unconscious. Two cups, empty, were rolling on the ground beside her. But there was
something else. Trunks was first to notice the large spikes sticking out of her elbows, knees, ankles and
wrists, along with a row of them starting at the base of her neck and ending at the end of her tail, which
had fallen from her waist, leaving gashes around her waist that were bleeding heavily. Spikes had also
sprouted from the tips of her wings, which had grown slightly. Fangs that extruded from her top jaw
pressed lightly against her lips that were the color of fresh blood, not unlike that which now pooled
around her. But her skin had helped enhance the redness, as it was so pale it reminded Trunks of fresh
snow. Celeste now greatly resembled the vampires from the stories told to children, except that the wings
and tail now gave the impression of a demon or succubus. But as the thoughts ran through Trunks head,
he realized the she had to be helped; she had already lost too much blood.
~*~
Vegeta had bandaged Celeste's waist and laid her on her bed. She tossed a bit in her sleep, and now the
mattress and sheets were torn and slightly bloodstained. It was now 4 pm, so Bulma would be home soon,
if she wasn't delayed. Young Trunks had come home earlier, but had soon gone over to the Son house to
play with Goten.
Celeste rolled from her side to her back, tearing the mattress again. Vegeta sighed. Who was this child?
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Eurgh, no afternotes this time. Must study for tests.
- Siphyis Pendragon
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the following characters, except for Celeste. She's © me.
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Celeste giggled. She was still hyper and was playing mind games with herself, playing out little scenarios
in her head, like what she would do if Goku or Vegeta came out to find her.
"Ooo, I'd hide then jump out an' surprise 'em!" She plotted, semi-evilly. Snickering, she crouched down
low against the roof. Suddenly, Celeste felt that familiar prick in the back of her head.. She stopped
making noise and held her breath. It was coming from. her left. She slinked down even further and
turned, only to come face-to-face with a small ridge in the roof, blocking her view. Peeking over it, she
watched as some jumped up onto the roof. They landed on bended knee, then stood up and turned around.
Trunks.
Well, this changed things. She had betted on Vegeta coming up, or him sending up Goku, not Trunks.
What was she supposed to do now? She bit her tongue in thought, then smiled as a plan formed itself it
her head.
~*~
"Why couldn't Father have sent Goku? What's his problem?" Trunks growled. "Why doesn't he want
Goku to see Celeste?" He sighed. Vegeta had told him to 'fetch the girl' and to 'lock her in a room
somewhere'. He really didn't want to lock Celeste up anywhere, just talk to her.
He paused his thoughts when he caught a glimpse of a brown out of the corner of his eye. He turned
silently, and was able to catch Celeste in the process of slipping down over the edge of the roof. He walked
over and looked down. She was just slipping into an open window. He waited for about three seconds after
she got in, then followed. What did she have in mind?
He found her, crouched against the floor, peeking around a corner. She was snickering evilly. Slowly, she
stood up, now silent. He laughed in his head. What did she think she was, a spy? Trunks decided to mess
with her. He crept up closer, watching her stand there as if waiting. Slowly, she set one foot in front of
her, then the other. She was perfectly silent, as was he, even when he was about an inch from her, nearly
breathing down her neck. He reached out, and in one swift motion, grabbed her around her waist and
pinned her arms to her side. Her wings went out in defense, but they could not escape the tight hold he
had on her. Celeste made a hissing noise and bit down on his arm.
"Holy crap!" Trunks yelled. Boy, her teeth were sharp! He slid one arm further around her and let the
other one free to inspect it.
Blood! She had drawn blood!
"Frick!" He said. Suddenly, he felt a rather wet something on his arm. Looking over, he saw Celeste
dragging her tongue across his exposed arm. He let go completely, cursing, wiping the saliva off his arm
and trying to stop the blood flowing from his cut. Celeste dashed out of sight, trying to escape.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" Trunks yelled after her. He sighed.
"Kami, that sounded so dumb."
~*~
Goku had gone home so he and Gohan could train as soon as Gohan got back from school. Vegeta sat
there at the table, waiting.
Suddenly a curse came from the floor above, followed by footsteps and
'You can run, but you can't hide!'. What was Trunks doing up there? He was supposed to bring Celeste
back down, not be playing some twisted version of Hide-and-Seek. He better not have to go up there, or
else *someone* would be in definite pain.
~*~
Celeste ducked into a linen closet, pulling in her wings. She grinned maliciously as she listened to Trunks
run past. Man, this was fun.
~*~
"Get out here!" Trunks yelled. Celeste was really pissing him off! Where was she?
He heard a giggle. Slightly muffled, but an obvious giggle. He turned back down the hallway,
ignoring the slightly ajar closet door, suspicious as it was. ::Duh!:: Celeste thought as she reached out and
grabbed his ankle, pulling it towards her and causing him to fall. Trunks got back up and reached into the
linen closet, pulling the hyperactive girl out by her arm. She squirmed, but only succeeded in making him
tighten his grip.
"Now, are you gonna behave?" He asked. Celeste flopped over onto the ground, going limp in his hand
and overall ignoring him. Trunks sighed in exasperation, and dragged Celeste down the hallway, down a
flight of stairs and into the kitchen where Vegeta sat, waiting. Amazingly, Celeste had managed to stay
limp the whole way. Vegeta looked up from a cup of coffee he had poured himself as they entered, and
Trunks dropped Celeste face-up on the tiled floor and sat down at the table, after pouring himself some
coffee also.
"I told you to lock her in her room, not drag her down here." Vegeta said half-heartedly, not really caring.
Trunks just grumbled, sipping his coffee.
~*~
Celeste lay on the floor, plotting her escape, when a familiar scent wafted past her nose.
Coffee!
She crawled under the table straight to the other side then reached up and felt around. She was not far
from Vegeta's legs, so she tried to be careful. Her hand soon brushed a warm cup, and she quickly
grabbed it and brought it close to her nose, letting the smell tickle her nostrils. She put the rim to her lips
and quickly emptied the cup.
Already feeling the caffeine in her blood, Celeste moved down the length of the table towards the chair
where Trunks sat. She repeated the previous act, and emptied Trunk's cup too.
Suddenly, she felt something twist inside of her. ::Uh-oh,:: Celeste thought. ::Something's wrong!:: She
wrapped her arms around her stomach and bent over in pain. Her vision blurred, then focused, then
blurred again. She felt her wings emerge from her back and wrapped her tail tightly around her waist for
support, but she ended up making the pain worse.
A sharp pain went through her joints, back and waist, then everything went black.
~*~
"Where'd my coffee go?" Trunks said looking around. Vegeta shrugged in an 'I don't care' type of way,
then reached for his cup, but grabbed nothing. Vegeta was just about to say something, when the table
gave a sudden lurch into the air, the fell back to the ground. Vegeta and Trunks stared at each other, then
looked under the table.
There lay Celeste, unconscious. Two cups, empty, were rolling on the ground beside her. But there was
something else. Trunks was first to notice the large spikes sticking out of her elbows, knees, ankles and
wrists, along with a row of them starting at the base of her neck and ending at the end of her tail, which
had fallen from her waist, leaving gashes around her waist that were bleeding heavily. Spikes had also
sprouted from the tips of her wings, which had grown slightly. Fangs that extruded from her top jaw
pressed lightly against her lips that were the color of fresh blood, not unlike that which now pooled
around her. But her skin had helped enhance the redness, as it was so pale it reminded Trunks of fresh
snow. Celeste now greatly resembled the vampires from the stories told to children, except that the wings
and tail now gave the impression of a demon or succubus. But as the thoughts ran through Trunks head,
he realized the she had to be helped; she had already lost too much blood.
~*~
Vegeta had bandaged Celeste's waist and laid her on her bed. She tossed a bit in her sleep, and now the
mattress and sheets were torn and slightly bloodstained. It was now 4 pm, so Bulma would be home soon,
if she wasn't delayed. Young Trunks had come home earlier, but had soon gone over to the Son house to
play with Goten.
Celeste rolled from her side to her back, tearing the mattress again. Vegeta sighed. Who was this child?
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Eurgh, no afternotes this time. Must study for tests.
- Siphyis Pendragon