Chapter 15: Sleep Eludes the Weary
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the following characters, except Celeste. She's © Me.
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Again, Trunks was plunged into the dream world.
+| He was inside the encasing and outside it at the same time.
Trunks gazed upon himself, upon the girl-child, floating in the tank, tubes and wires stuck to every
portion of her, his, body.
He looked back at himself from inside the tank, viewing the still figure who did not have the power to
help him. Her.
Who was he?
The door creaked and Trunks turned around to greet the intruder, coming face-to-face with a mere
shadow. Who's shadow? He didn't know; neither of them did. The face wasn't shown. But he knew, they
knew, it wasn't someone who meant them any good.
It pushed some buttons, turned some dials, then checked a screen near the tank before pulling a bright red
lever. The fluid in the tank changed to a soft pinkish hue and drained out. Large mechanical arms caught
the child and a metal bed unfolded from the wall. The arms lowered her onto the table and connected a
few more tubes and wires to him. Fluid rushed through the tubes and Trunks's whole body shook as fire
flooded his veins and metal clamps came out of the metal table to hold him down.
The fire remained even after the wires and tubes were removed and a blue liquid slowly rose in the tank.
The figure watched the whole process and nodded it's (Trunks guessed) approval. It typed more
information into the computers and a mechanical voice said "Phase One Completed. Phase Two is
Ongoing." It then left, leaving Trunks with his, her, fire-filled veins.
But the burning faded as a sudden weariness overcame him and blacked out his vision. |+
~*~
Meanwhile.
+| Black.
Just black.
There was nothing, but then, a light clicked on, dangling over Celeste, creating the circle of light around
her, overshadowing her face. She looked around, and noticed something crawling into her light. A red
liquid crept into the bright yellowish light. Celeste nearly threw up.
Blood. Oh Kami. Who's blood?
Another light, a good 10 feet from her, clicked on, revealing the thing that she desperately longed for.
Trunks. Trunks stood there in saiyan armor, his head down. Celeste couldn't see his eyes.
But something was wrong. Oh Kami, it was his blood. It was Trunks's blood!
"Trunks!" She called, finally seeing the large bloody hole located over Trunks's heart. Blood streamed
down his chest and over the armor.
She fell to her knees, landing in the blood that pooled around her. Her hands flew to her face as she cried,
and when she removed them, they were stained with the abundant liquid. The blood covered her hands,
and she looked up to Trunks. He raised his head, revealing accusing eyes. And she knew, Oh Kami, she
knew, she had done this to him.
His light clicked off, leaving her in the blood and darkness, crying for her sins. |+
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Celeste woke to find Trunks awake and sitting up, looking out the window. The sky had darkened, and
clock read 9:47 pm.
She must have fallen asleep.
Trunks looked over at her, and smiled when he noticed she was awake.
"Trunks!" Celeste cried. She jumped on the bed and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh Trunks, I thought you died! I thought you died." Trunks looked down her, realizing how vulnerable
she looked. Like a child. He wrapped his arms around and tried to calm her. Sobs wracked her body, and
she kept saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.
"It's ok, Celeste, I'm ok. I just needed some sleep. It's ok." He told her.
"No! I dreamed, I dreamed you died. I killed you. Your blood was everywhere. I was so scared. Oh
Trunks, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She started crying again.
"Celeste, I -" Trunks started to say something, but then, a bolt of lighting illuminated the room, and the
lamp beside the bed went out, along with the digital clock and the hallway lights.
"Oh Kami. Oh Kami. Trunks? Trunks, I don't like the dark." Celeste whispered. This seemed odd to
Trunks, seeing as she had the tendency to escape outside in the middle of the night.
"No moon. Where's the moon?" She whispered again, and Trunks held her tighter.
"It's just clouds, Celeste. The moon will be back soon." He told her. He let go of her to adjust his position
and felt her blindly groping for him in the dark. He reached out and caught her wrist, and manage to sit
cross-legged amidst the ruffled sheets and pillows. Celeste climbed into his lap and rested her head
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her again.
"I had no parents. All I ever had was the moon." Celeste mumbled, barely audible, but Trunks caught it
anyway.
"You had no parents Celeste? Who raised you? Did they die? Celeste?" Trunks asked, trying not to show
his excitement and merely trying to sound interested and concerned. He really wanted to know where this
child had come from.
But no, not tonight. Celeste was already asleep in his arms.
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Not really a chapter. Sort of an in between thing. Am tired.
This chapter does mean things, and it is important, but it's mainly to tide over whoever actually reads my
little item here until I get a another chapter up.
Please don't read too far into this; I'm not suicidal or depressed or anything. Just tired. I got a job, just
turned 14 and school is out. What's to be depressed about?
-Siphyis Pendragon
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the following characters, except Celeste. She's © Me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~
Again, Trunks was plunged into the dream world.
+| He was inside the encasing and outside it at the same time.
Trunks gazed upon himself, upon the girl-child, floating in the tank, tubes and wires stuck to every
portion of her, his, body.
He looked back at himself from inside the tank, viewing the still figure who did not have the power to
help him. Her.
Who was he?
The door creaked and Trunks turned around to greet the intruder, coming face-to-face with a mere
shadow. Who's shadow? He didn't know; neither of them did. The face wasn't shown. But he knew, they
knew, it wasn't someone who meant them any good.
It pushed some buttons, turned some dials, then checked a screen near the tank before pulling a bright red
lever. The fluid in the tank changed to a soft pinkish hue and drained out. Large mechanical arms caught
the child and a metal bed unfolded from the wall. The arms lowered her onto the table and connected a
few more tubes and wires to him. Fluid rushed through the tubes and Trunks's whole body shook as fire
flooded his veins and metal clamps came out of the metal table to hold him down.
The fire remained even after the wires and tubes were removed and a blue liquid slowly rose in the tank.
The figure watched the whole process and nodded it's (Trunks guessed) approval. It typed more
information into the computers and a mechanical voice said "Phase One Completed. Phase Two is
Ongoing." It then left, leaving Trunks with his, her, fire-filled veins.
But the burning faded as a sudden weariness overcame him and blacked out his vision. |+
~*~
Meanwhile.
+| Black.
Just black.
There was nothing, but then, a light clicked on, dangling over Celeste, creating the circle of light around
her, overshadowing her face. She looked around, and noticed something crawling into her light. A red
liquid crept into the bright yellowish light. Celeste nearly threw up.
Blood. Oh Kami. Who's blood?
Another light, a good 10 feet from her, clicked on, revealing the thing that she desperately longed for.
Trunks. Trunks stood there in saiyan armor, his head down. Celeste couldn't see his eyes.
But something was wrong. Oh Kami, it was his blood. It was Trunks's blood!
"Trunks!" She called, finally seeing the large bloody hole located over Trunks's heart. Blood streamed
down his chest and over the armor.
She fell to her knees, landing in the blood that pooled around her. Her hands flew to her face as she cried,
and when she removed them, they were stained with the abundant liquid. The blood covered her hands,
and she looked up to Trunks. He raised his head, revealing accusing eyes. And she knew, Oh Kami, she
knew, she had done this to him.
His light clicked off, leaving her in the blood and darkness, crying for her sins. |+
~*~
Celeste woke to find Trunks awake and sitting up, looking out the window. The sky had darkened, and
clock read 9:47 pm.
She must have fallen asleep.
Trunks looked over at her, and smiled when he noticed she was awake.
"Trunks!" Celeste cried. She jumped on the bed and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh Trunks, I thought you died! I thought you died." Trunks looked down her, realizing how vulnerable
she looked. Like a child. He wrapped his arms around and tried to calm her. Sobs wracked her body, and
she kept saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.
"It's ok, Celeste, I'm ok. I just needed some sleep. It's ok." He told her.
"No! I dreamed, I dreamed you died. I killed you. Your blood was everywhere. I was so scared. Oh
Trunks, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She started crying again.
"Celeste, I -" Trunks started to say something, but then, a bolt of lighting illuminated the room, and the
lamp beside the bed went out, along with the digital clock and the hallway lights.
"Oh Kami. Oh Kami. Trunks? Trunks, I don't like the dark." Celeste whispered. This seemed odd to
Trunks, seeing as she had the tendency to escape outside in the middle of the night.
"No moon. Where's the moon?" She whispered again, and Trunks held her tighter.
"It's just clouds, Celeste. The moon will be back soon." He told her. He let go of her to adjust his position
and felt her blindly groping for him in the dark. He reached out and caught her wrist, and manage to sit
cross-legged amidst the ruffled sheets and pillows. Celeste climbed into his lap and rested her head
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her again.
"I had no parents. All I ever had was the moon." Celeste mumbled, barely audible, but Trunks caught it
anyway.
"You had no parents Celeste? Who raised you? Did they die? Celeste?" Trunks asked, trying not to show
his excitement and merely trying to sound interested and concerned. He really wanted to know where this
child had come from.
But no, not tonight. Celeste was already asleep in his arms.
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Not really a chapter. Sort of an in between thing. Am tired.
This chapter does mean things, and it is important, but it's mainly to tide over whoever actually reads my
little item here until I get a another chapter up.
Please don't read too far into this; I'm not suicidal or depressed or anything. Just tired. I got a job, just
turned 14 and school is out. What's to be depressed about?
-Siphyis Pendragon