Chapter 16: Blackout
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the following characters except Celeste. She is © me.
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Vegeta punched and kicked the air in the Gravity Room. Training at night allowed him solitude and less
distractions. Nothing occupied his mind, except the routine techniques.
The screen read 400 times Earth's gravity, but suddenly it flickered and went dead, along with the
lighting. The gravity was reduced also, making Vegeta feel lighter. This, of course, did not deter him. He
continued, in the dark, until the emergency backup kicked in to increase the gravity and turn on the light.
~*~
Celeste woke in mid-darkness, draped across Trunks and holding him tightly. She was turned so that she
could she out the darkened window (which yielded nothing but the pitch black she witnessed earlier) but a
slight glow came from behind her. Not moving anything except her head, she turned to see the hallway
light was on. ::Emergency generators.:: Celeste concluded. She adjusted herself again to look at Trunks,
but couldn't see his face.
Sitting up provided a better view indefinitely. The yellowish glow from the hallway played on his purple
hair and smooth skin. It was wonderful to behold, and Celeste willed Trunks to continue sleeping when he
shifted. She willed time to stop, if only so she could watch Trunks sleep for eternity.
But no, his eyelid rose and he gazed upon her face, the light giving her pitch eyes an eerie glow and her
dark hair an unnatural, but nonetheless beautiful sheen. He smiled gently as her tail brushed his chest and
she laid down beside him again. She spread an arm over his bare chest and shut her eyes as he slid his
arm around her. Not a word was spoken.
And as wonderful the situation was, sleep came fast for both of them.
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Bulma stood at the window, wrapped in a thin housecoat watching Vegeta train. She had put the large
window in the Gravity room despite his objections, and she loved to be able to watch him train. It was one
way so that Bulma could see him but Vegeta couldn't see her. He showed off occasionally when he knew
she was there, even if he didn't think it was showing off. Vegeta smiled inwardly, glad to have an
audience, but not telling himself that. Bulma smiled freely, glad to be an audience.
~*~
Trunks stumbled groggily into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. He groped madly for a hair brush or comb,
something to fix the purple spikes he bore. He found a tooth brush first, but when unscrewing the cap on
the toothpaste tube, a loud scream struck his ears. Now fully awake he twisted around to see Celeste naked
except for panties and clutching her bra to her chest. Red instantly flooded Trunks's face and only
dissolved after he ran out of the bathroom bearing a large slap mark.
He rubbed his sore face and frowned, but inside he grinned as he reviewed what he just saw, even if
Celeste was yelling obscenities through the bathroom door at him.
"I was ABOUT to shower, asshole! Dammit!" she shouted.
"Uh, um s-sorry, sorry!" Trunks apologized. He leaned against the door and felt Celeste leaning on the
other side as well.
"I don't think sorry will erase the half-naked image of me from your mind, will it?"
"Uh, no, I guess not." He smiled sheepishly.
"I know your smiling. Stop thinking about me like that!"
"I can't help it! You, you have a very nice b-body.." He stammered.
"Um, thanks." She blushed. "I have to shower."
"Oh, ok. Yeah." He felt he weight lift from the door, and couldn't help but think about her showering.
Even though he was part saiyan, he still had a human teenager's hormones!
~*~
Celeste had finished showering and was in a fresh set of underwear rooting through Trunks's clothes,
looking for something to wear. Of course, Trunks was banned from the room at that point, regardless of
ownership.
::There's a half-naked girl in my room and I'm not there!:: Trunks sulked, leaning beside the door. He
reached over and opened it a crack and felt the vibration as Celeste slammed the door with her foot.
"I told you to stay out while I'm changing." She said casually.
"Feh." Replied Trunks.
Celeste pulled out some baggy green pants and a faded blue T-shirt with the name of a band that she had
never heard of. She assumed it was a band, anyway.
Trunks grumbled as she exited his room, adjusting the old shirt.
"May *I* change now?" He asked.
"Yes you may." replied Celeste, sticking her tongue out at him. She sauntered down the hall into the
kitchen for breakfast and poured herself a bowl of cereal. Trunks followed soon after, dressed in loose
jeans and a tight red muscle shirt. He proceeded to scarf down an already- made breakfast, cooked by
Bulma, and was watched by Celeste.
He swallowed his current mouthful and stared back, looking deep into the dark eyes. She leaned forward a
bit, but Trunks remained where he was. Was she going to kiss him? She sat back.
"What was that about?" Trunks asked.
"You've got a bit of pancake and syrup on your face."
"Oh." A napkin proved useful in removing the food. Celeste got up and dumped her bowl and spoon in
the sink, while Trunks poked the remains of his breakfast with his fork.
"You wanna spar sometime, Celeste?"
"Spar?"
"Yeah, you know, fight? Just for practice."
"Oh. Sure, why not? Uh, got something a little more suitable for training that I could wear? Fighting you
will be hard enough without these pants getting in the way." She said, gesturing to the baggy green
pants.
"Oh sure!" He got up and went down to his parents room, grabbing one of Vegeta's old blue spandex
outfits that Bulma had saved. He returned to the kitchen and tossed it to Celeste. "Try this on. I'll change
into my own." Celeste went into the bathroom since Trunks beat her to his room.
The spandex fit rather nicely. The armor didn't fit though, as it was not built for a woman's chest. She
had to rip a hole for her tail and figured her spikes and wings would make they're own if needed. The
outfit hugged her body, providing cover while still allowing for movement. Celeste did a few twists and
turns to check it out, and she loved it.
She exited the bathroom the same time as Trunks left his room, wearing a darker version of hers but as a
two-piece.
"Where's the chest arm- Oh!" He blushed, realizing. "Wait, I think Bulma made a female version of the
armor. One sec!" He flew off, and returned with armor that had been adjusted to accommodate a woman's
figure. Celeste slipped it on and couldn't help but notice how she could barely feel it.
"Shall we then?" Celeste laughed. She took off down the hallway and out the back door into the yard.
Trunks shot out after her, ramming right into her and causing the both of them the crash and roll. Celeste,
stopping on her back, kicked upwards and sent Trunks flying. She jumped up and shot at him, but he was
one step ahead and kicked her in the side then punched her in the gut. She gasped, gripping his fist.
"Don't tell me you're already done, Celeste!" Trunks laughed. Celeste spit out a bit of blood and wiped
her mouth.
"Hardly." She grinned and used Trunks's own weight to flip him over her and throw him into the ground.
He laughed up from his crater then shot up at her. A foot away from her he disappeared and reappeared
behind her and slammed his fist into her back. ::Shit!:: Celeste thought. ::That hurt!:: But she still grinned
evilly and returned the blow. Blow after blow struck, and eventually they started to wear down. Celeste
only survived by dodging Trunks's blows and conserving as much energy as possible.
Celeste shot off towards the house and Trunks followed. She looked back to check on him, and rammed
straight into a tree. She collapsed to the bottom of it, but couldn't bring herself to stand even when the tree
started creaking and snapping.
Trunks saw the tree falling and increased his speed, grabbing Celeste just in time and rolling along the
ground. They stopped with Celeste lying on the ground and Trunks on top of her with his arms wrapped
around her. He propped himself up on one arm and rubbed his head. He looked down as Celeste opened
her eyes and stared up at him. They stared at each other for a mere second, they Celeste reached up and
kissed him hard on the lips. He opened his eyes wide, then shut them. He fell down onto her, both of them
only stopping for oxygen. Celeste pulled off Trunks's armor and spandex shirt, and could tell he was
fighting with her armor while trying not to break their embrace. He finally pulled it up over her head and
off her and started working on her suit, when for the second time that morning a scream ripped through
his ears.
"CHILD! GET OFF HER NOW!" roared Vegeta. Trunks's stopped fiddling with Celeste's suit and pulled
away, gasping. Celeste sat up and joined Trunks in a frantic explanation, that made no sense whatsoever
and was mainly comprised of 'uh's and 'um's and the occansional 'but we weren't doing anything'.
Trunks could nearly see the steam pouring from Vegeta's ears and began sweating a lot more then before.
"Trunks. Room. NOW!" He said through clenched teeth. Trunks looked at Celeste longingly, as she fixed
her armor and returned his gaze. He got up and walked into the house. Vegeta glared hatefully at Celeste,
the followed Trunks inside, slamming the door behind him.
Celeste sat not far from the fallen tree, and silent tears poured down her face. What now?
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Vegeta yelled at Trunks. Viciously and continually. It was expected, of course. They had not been far from
unprotected sex. Vegeta shouted at him as Trunks sat on the bed, head down. The obvious stuff came his
way, like the subject of lack of protection and pregnancy, plus age. It was followed by not-so-obvious stuff,
like why it was better to be inside and not in broad daylight for everyone to see.
Most of it fell on deaf ears. Trunks knew what he had done, and didn't regret it. He regretted, however,
the fact that now Vegeta had grounds to throw Celeste out. But he couldn't let that happen.
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Bulma held Celeste, who was crying. They sat in Celeste's room, with Bulma trying to comfort the child.
"Shh, Celeste, it's ok. It's ok." Bulma whispered. Celeste's sobs slowed, then stopped. "Now tell me what
happened." Bulma already knew about the near-sex part, thanks to Vegeta.
"We, we were sparring and-and then." She started crying again.
"Celeste, shh, it's ok now! Celeste! What happened? Did Trunks-" Bulma paused to gulp, bracing herself
just incase. "Did Trunks force you?"
Celeste stopped crying, but kept her head down. "No, Trunks would never do that." She ran a spandex
clothed arm across her eyes. "I kissed him first. It's my fault we almost. did it." A sob shook her, but she
sucked it back in.
"Aw, Celeste. It's fine, really! Everything's okay now, but if you and Trunks decided to actually do it,
make sure you have protection then. Ok?"
Celeste looked up at her, astonished. The woman was so understanding, offering not only forgiveness but
advice! Even now, while she could hear Vegeta screaming at Trunks for something *she* had done.
"I need to see Trunks!" Celeste got up, and Bulma followed suit, but she stopped Celeste before she could
leave.
"It's better to let Vegeta chew him out first. When Vegeta gets mad, he can hurt people. And he's really
mad." Bulma told her.
"I don't care." Celeste mumbled, storming down the hall and into Trunks's bedroom in time to see Vegeta
yell "Answer me!" and brutally hit Trunks into the wall. A bit of blood sprayed out of Trunks's mouth and
misted on the wall, alongside the crack caused by Trunks's head.
"No! Trunks!" Celeste yelled, and jumped to catch Trunks as he fell forward. She caught him, and helped
him into a laying position on the bed. Blood leaked from his mouth and a gash on his head, staining the
sheets. Celeste glared at Vegeta, but he merely turned around and left. Celeste went to the bathroom and
found an extensive first-aid kit and immediately tended to Trunks, cleaning his wounds and bandaging his
head.
Bulma eventually came in to check on Trunks, but she found both him and Celeste fast asleep on Trunks's
bed, Celeste protectively clutching him. Bulma left the two alone, confident in Celeste's first-aid and not
feeling that he needed any more attention.
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I just shot the maturity rating on this story up a notch.
I haven't even hit climax on this damn fanfic yet. So. if you're waiting for it to end so I can tie up all
those loose ends I left dangling, sucks to be you. If you don't want it to end, well sucks to be you to
because it will eventually. Ah well. Please review. And no flames, if you don't mind. I got one of those.
Just one, luckily. And sent to my email for me to read personally. Yippee.
It's 4 am. Did you know that?
- Siphyis Pendragon
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the following characters except Celeste. She is © me.
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Vegeta punched and kicked the air in the Gravity Room. Training at night allowed him solitude and less
distractions. Nothing occupied his mind, except the routine techniques.
The screen read 400 times Earth's gravity, but suddenly it flickered and went dead, along with the
lighting. The gravity was reduced also, making Vegeta feel lighter. This, of course, did not deter him. He
continued, in the dark, until the emergency backup kicked in to increase the gravity and turn on the light.
~*~
Celeste woke in mid-darkness, draped across Trunks and holding him tightly. She was turned so that she
could she out the darkened window (which yielded nothing but the pitch black she witnessed earlier) but a
slight glow came from behind her. Not moving anything except her head, she turned to see the hallway
light was on. ::Emergency generators.:: Celeste concluded. She adjusted herself again to look at Trunks,
but couldn't see his face.
Sitting up provided a better view indefinitely. The yellowish glow from the hallway played on his purple
hair and smooth skin. It was wonderful to behold, and Celeste willed Trunks to continue sleeping when he
shifted. She willed time to stop, if only so she could watch Trunks sleep for eternity.
But no, his eyelid rose and he gazed upon her face, the light giving her pitch eyes an eerie glow and her
dark hair an unnatural, but nonetheless beautiful sheen. He smiled gently as her tail brushed his chest and
she laid down beside him again. She spread an arm over his bare chest and shut her eyes as he slid his
arm around her. Not a word was spoken.
And as wonderful the situation was, sleep came fast for both of them.
~*~
Bulma stood at the window, wrapped in a thin housecoat watching Vegeta train. She had put the large
window in the Gravity room despite his objections, and she loved to be able to watch him train. It was one
way so that Bulma could see him but Vegeta couldn't see her. He showed off occasionally when he knew
she was there, even if he didn't think it was showing off. Vegeta smiled inwardly, glad to have an
audience, but not telling himself that. Bulma smiled freely, glad to be an audience.
~*~
Trunks stumbled groggily into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. He groped madly for a hair brush or comb,
something to fix the purple spikes he bore. He found a tooth brush first, but when unscrewing the cap on
the toothpaste tube, a loud scream struck his ears. Now fully awake he twisted around to see Celeste naked
except for panties and clutching her bra to her chest. Red instantly flooded Trunks's face and only
dissolved after he ran out of the bathroom bearing a large slap mark.
He rubbed his sore face and frowned, but inside he grinned as he reviewed what he just saw, even if
Celeste was yelling obscenities through the bathroom door at him.
"I was ABOUT to shower, asshole! Dammit!" she shouted.
"Uh, um s-sorry, sorry!" Trunks apologized. He leaned against the door and felt Celeste leaning on the
other side as well.
"I don't think sorry will erase the half-naked image of me from your mind, will it?"
"Uh, no, I guess not." He smiled sheepishly.
"I know your smiling. Stop thinking about me like that!"
"I can't help it! You, you have a very nice b-body.." He stammered.
"Um, thanks." She blushed. "I have to shower."
"Oh, ok. Yeah." He felt he weight lift from the door, and couldn't help but think about her showering.
Even though he was part saiyan, he still had a human teenager's hormones!
~*~
Celeste had finished showering and was in a fresh set of underwear rooting through Trunks's clothes,
looking for something to wear. Of course, Trunks was banned from the room at that point, regardless of
ownership.
::There's a half-naked girl in my room and I'm not there!:: Trunks sulked, leaning beside the door. He
reached over and opened it a crack and felt the vibration as Celeste slammed the door with her foot.
"I told you to stay out while I'm changing." She said casually.
"Feh." Replied Trunks.
Celeste pulled out some baggy green pants and a faded blue T-shirt with the name of a band that she had
never heard of. She assumed it was a band, anyway.
Trunks grumbled as she exited his room, adjusting the old shirt.
"May *I* change now?" He asked.
"Yes you may." replied Celeste, sticking her tongue out at him. She sauntered down the hall into the
kitchen for breakfast and poured herself a bowl of cereal. Trunks followed soon after, dressed in loose
jeans and a tight red muscle shirt. He proceeded to scarf down an already- made breakfast, cooked by
Bulma, and was watched by Celeste.
He swallowed his current mouthful and stared back, looking deep into the dark eyes. She leaned forward a
bit, but Trunks remained where he was. Was she going to kiss him? She sat back.
"What was that about?" Trunks asked.
"You've got a bit of pancake and syrup on your face."
"Oh." A napkin proved useful in removing the food. Celeste got up and dumped her bowl and spoon in
the sink, while Trunks poked the remains of his breakfast with his fork.
"You wanna spar sometime, Celeste?"
"Spar?"
"Yeah, you know, fight? Just for practice."
"Oh. Sure, why not? Uh, got something a little more suitable for training that I could wear? Fighting you
will be hard enough without these pants getting in the way." She said, gesturing to the baggy green
pants.
"Oh sure!" He got up and went down to his parents room, grabbing one of Vegeta's old blue spandex
outfits that Bulma had saved. He returned to the kitchen and tossed it to Celeste. "Try this on. I'll change
into my own." Celeste went into the bathroom since Trunks beat her to his room.
The spandex fit rather nicely. The armor didn't fit though, as it was not built for a woman's chest. She
had to rip a hole for her tail and figured her spikes and wings would make they're own if needed. The
outfit hugged her body, providing cover while still allowing for movement. Celeste did a few twists and
turns to check it out, and she loved it.
She exited the bathroom the same time as Trunks left his room, wearing a darker version of hers but as a
two-piece.
"Where's the chest arm- Oh!" He blushed, realizing. "Wait, I think Bulma made a female version of the
armor. One sec!" He flew off, and returned with armor that had been adjusted to accommodate a woman's
figure. Celeste slipped it on and couldn't help but notice how she could barely feel it.
"Shall we then?" Celeste laughed. She took off down the hallway and out the back door into the yard.
Trunks shot out after her, ramming right into her and causing the both of them the crash and roll. Celeste,
stopping on her back, kicked upwards and sent Trunks flying. She jumped up and shot at him, but he was
one step ahead and kicked her in the side then punched her in the gut. She gasped, gripping his fist.
"Don't tell me you're already done, Celeste!" Trunks laughed. Celeste spit out a bit of blood and wiped
her mouth.
"Hardly." She grinned and used Trunks's own weight to flip him over her and throw him into the ground.
He laughed up from his crater then shot up at her. A foot away from her he disappeared and reappeared
behind her and slammed his fist into her back. ::Shit!:: Celeste thought. ::That hurt!:: But she still grinned
evilly and returned the blow. Blow after blow struck, and eventually they started to wear down. Celeste
only survived by dodging Trunks's blows and conserving as much energy as possible.
Celeste shot off towards the house and Trunks followed. She looked back to check on him, and rammed
straight into a tree. She collapsed to the bottom of it, but couldn't bring herself to stand even when the tree
started creaking and snapping.
Trunks saw the tree falling and increased his speed, grabbing Celeste just in time and rolling along the
ground. They stopped with Celeste lying on the ground and Trunks on top of her with his arms wrapped
around her. He propped himself up on one arm and rubbed his head. He looked down as Celeste opened
her eyes and stared up at him. They stared at each other for a mere second, they Celeste reached up and
kissed him hard on the lips. He opened his eyes wide, then shut them. He fell down onto her, both of them
only stopping for oxygen. Celeste pulled off Trunks's armor and spandex shirt, and could tell he was
fighting with her armor while trying not to break their embrace. He finally pulled it up over her head and
off her and started working on her suit, when for the second time that morning a scream ripped through
his ears.
"CHILD! GET OFF HER NOW!" roared Vegeta. Trunks's stopped fiddling with Celeste's suit and pulled
away, gasping. Celeste sat up and joined Trunks in a frantic explanation, that made no sense whatsoever
and was mainly comprised of 'uh's and 'um's and the occansional 'but we weren't doing anything'.
Trunks could nearly see the steam pouring from Vegeta's ears and began sweating a lot more then before.
"Trunks. Room. NOW!" He said through clenched teeth. Trunks looked at Celeste longingly, as she fixed
her armor and returned his gaze. He got up and walked into the house. Vegeta glared hatefully at Celeste,
the followed Trunks inside, slamming the door behind him.
Celeste sat not far from the fallen tree, and silent tears poured down her face. What now?
~*~
Vegeta yelled at Trunks. Viciously and continually. It was expected, of course. They had not been far from
unprotected sex. Vegeta shouted at him as Trunks sat on the bed, head down. The obvious stuff came his
way, like the subject of lack of protection and pregnancy, plus age. It was followed by not-so-obvious stuff,
like why it was better to be inside and not in broad daylight for everyone to see.
Most of it fell on deaf ears. Trunks knew what he had done, and didn't regret it. He regretted, however,
the fact that now Vegeta had grounds to throw Celeste out. But he couldn't let that happen.
~*~
Bulma held Celeste, who was crying. They sat in Celeste's room, with Bulma trying to comfort the child.
"Shh, Celeste, it's ok. It's ok." Bulma whispered. Celeste's sobs slowed, then stopped. "Now tell me what
happened." Bulma already knew about the near-sex part, thanks to Vegeta.
"We, we were sparring and-and then." She started crying again.
"Celeste, shh, it's ok now! Celeste! What happened? Did Trunks-" Bulma paused to gulp, bracing herself
just incase. "Did Trunks force you?"
Celeste stopped crying, but kept her head down. "No, Trunks would never do that." She ran a spandex
clothed arm across her eyes. "I kissed him first. It's my fault we almost. did it." A sob shook her, but she
sucked it back in.
"Aw, Celeste. It's fine, really! Everything's okay now, but if you and Trunks decided to actually do it,
make sure you have protection then. Ok?"
Celeste looked up at her, astonished. The woman was so understanding, offering not only forgiveness but
advice! Even now, while she could hear Vegeta screaming at Trunks for something *she* had done.
"I need to see Trunks!" Celeste got up, and Bulma followed suit, but she stopped Celeste before she could
leave.
"It's better to let Vegeta chew him out first. When Vegeta gets mad, he can hurt people. And he's really
mad." Bulma told her.
"I don't care." Celeste mumbled, storming down the hall and into Trunks's bedroom in time to see Vegeta
yell "Answer me!" and brutally hit Trunks into the wall. A bit of blood sprayed out of Trunks's mouth and
misted on the wall, alongside the crack caused by Trunks's head.
"No! Trunks!" Celeste yelled, and jumped to catch Trunks as he fell forward. She caught him, and helped
him into a laying position on the bed. Blood leaked from his mouth and a gash on his head, staining the
sheets. Celeste glared at Vegeta, but he merely turned around and left. Celeste went to the bathroom and
found an extensive first-aid kit and immediately tended to Trunks, cleaning his wounds and bandaging his
head.
Bulma eventually came in to check on Trunks, but she found both him and Celeste fast asleep on Trunks's
bed, Celeste protectively clutching him. Bulma left the two alone, confident in Celeste's first-aid and not
feeling that he needed any more attention.
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I just shot the maturity rating on this story up a notch.
I haven't even hit climax on this damn fanfic yet. So. if you're waiting for it to end so I can tie up all
those loose ends I left dangling, sucks to be you. If you don't want it to end, well sucks to be you to
because it will eventually. Ah well. Please review. And no flames, if you don't mind. I got one of those.
Just one, luckily. And sent to my email for me to read personally. Yippee.
It's 4 am. Did you know that?
- Siphyis Pendragon