Chapter 17:
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, or any of the following characters. Except Celeste, of course.
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Vegeta laughed to himself. Oh, this was too perfect! Now he had the most reasonable excuse to throw that
pathetic half-breed out on her ass. Then things could get back to normal. That stupid little girl had
screwed everything up! She had broken into his life and smashed the fixed pieces back to shards.
And yet, he felt a sort of fatherly attraction to her. Bulma enjoyed having another female around,
regardless of the species. Trunks-
Trunks obviously felt an attraction to her too, although in a much different sense.
The kitchen had proved an awesome recluse from the current excitement, and the perfect place to think in
silence.
~*~
Sleep came, but did not stay and Celeste soon woke from the fitful rest. Trunks had woken too, but he
hadn't bothered to get up, and remained on the bed. She noticed one of his cheeks was bruised.
"Trunks?" She whispered. He didn't move, and still laid with his back to her. "Trunks, are you ok?"
"It's just a bruise." He replied slowly, and his words were heavy. She draped her tail around his waist, and
he stroked it gently, then put his hand back down. "He's going to make you leave, you know."
"I know." Celeste sighed.
"Mother wont be able to stop him this time."
"I'll be alright."
Trunks turned over and looked at her. "But-"
"I'll be fine, Trunks. You don't have to worry about me." She smiled, but it was weak. There was a long
pause between them. Trunks wanted to ask her about her past for some reason, but he couldn't bring
himself to do it. He moved forward and kissed her, and she kissed back. They broke apart and Celeste sat
up.
"I'll come back someday. So it won't be forever." She looked out the window. Trunks got up and moved
closer to her.
"I'll miss you though. Promise you'll come back?" He told her.
She turned and looked deep into his eyes, and his eyes gazed back. "Promise."
They both smiled.
~*~
"Please don't make her leave, Vegeta!" Bulma asked. "She has no where to go!" Vegeta merely laughed.
"You know what happened. How can you still want her to stay? I SAW them and the image still burns my
eyes every time I think about it."
"But she has no money! No supplies of any kind! How will she live?"
"Not my problem. She leaves. Today."
"Please, Vegeta-"
"No."
"But-"
"No. And that's final." He walked calmly out of the kitchen. Bulma sat down at the table and put her head
in her hands. After a moment she raised her head and looked around the kitchen, as if looking for help.
A picture on the counter caught her eye and a light blinked on in her head.
Perfect.
~*~
Celeste sat in the forest, legs clutched to her chest and tail wrapped around her feet. Tears streamed freely
down her face. She raised her head at a strange -fwoosh- sound from in front of her. A familiar shadowy
figure stood in front of her, anger emanating from it so strongly that she could almost taste it.
"Goddammit, child! You have forgotten what your mission is! And now you've gone and fucked every
thing up. I knew I should've removed more human genes. Fuck. Fuck!" It swore.
NOW she remembered. She'd seen it before. Her mission- it had mentioned that too. It seemed a lot less
mysterious now that it had let it's anger loose.
"Get up! Now! We're going to have to give your mind a little 'jolt'. Hold still." It moved forward, pulling
what looked like a mix of a gun and a needle. Celeste tried to run, but found fear had paralyzed her body.
The figure stuck out a hand in her direction.
"I said GET UP."
An invisible force pulled her upwards and set her on her feet, but she could still not run. It moved closer
and pulled out one of her arms, jabbing the needle end of the gun into her vein. And holy CRAP it hurt! It
shot a blue liquid into her arm and she could feel it travel through her body, and her skip a beat. It went
directly to her brain, and suddenly she remembered. Oh Kami, her mission! But no, she couldn't, she was
happy here, she didn't want to, she couldn't betray them.
"Oh fuck. It's those damn human genes again. Fucking emotions and fucking feelings and goddamn
fucking conscience. Goddammit!"
She felt to her knees, gripping her head, remembering everything. How he took her. The experiments. The
transfusions. The PAIN.
Suddenly, it all receded towards the back of her mind. She couldn't remember anymore. It was there, she
could feel it, it was right on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't reach it. Celeste stood up, shaking her
head.
"W-what was that? I. I can't remember." Celeste mumbled.
"Oh, and that would be the goddamn saiyan genes kicking in now, wouldn't it? Mixing with the human
and fighting for the misconception of good. Fuck!" The figure shouted sarcastically. "Oh goddammit.
Forget it. Forget it! I'll be back later. Make the damn stuff stronger. Ok- uh, one sec, um," It's voice took
on a mesmerizing tone. "Forget what you saw. Sleep now."
~*~
Celeste woke in her room, with Bulma just entering.
"You awake? I need to talk with you." She sat down on the end of the bed as Celeste propped herself up
on one arm, rubbing her eyes with the other. "You see, Vegeta is going to kick you out."
Celeste nodded. She already knew that.
"But I have a plan. I'm going to send you to live with Goku and his family- "
"Goku? Kakarot?" Celeste asked.
"Uh-" Bulma looked at her. "Yeah. How'd you know that? Nevermind. Anyway, you need to pack
anything you want to take. I'll give you some of my clothes, and Trunks said you could have some of his.
I'll give you some money too. But you can't let Vegeta know! He thinks we're going to leave you alone in
the forest to die or something. Now, we need to go over the path to Goku's house. First, head-"
"I know how to get there."
"I'm not going to ask anymore. Here," Bulma took a capsule out of her pocket. "Pack your clothes in this.
Just-"
"I know."
"Oh, well, good. I'll leave you to it then. We leave first thing in the morning, or at least, you and Vegeta
do. We'll keep in touch with Goku to see how you're doing, so don't worry about that. Well, ok. Don't be
afraid to ask Trunks for some clothes if you don't like mine." Bulma left, leaving Celeste staring at the
capsule on her bed.
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Fuck it. I quit.
For tonight anyway.
- Siphyis Pendragon
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, or any of the following characters. Except Celeste, of course.
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Vegeta laughed to himself. Oh, this was too perfect! Now he had the most reasonable excuse to throw that
pathetic half-breed out on her ass. Then things could get back to normal. That stupid little girl had
screwed everything up! She had broken into his life and smashed the fixed pieces back to shards.
And yet, he felt a sort of fatherly attraction to her. Bulma enjoyed having another female around,
regardless of the species. Trunks-
Trunks obviously felt an attraction to her too, although in a much different sense.
The kitchen had proved an awesome recluse from the current excitement, and the perfect place to think in
silence.
~*~
Sleep came, but did not stay and Celeste soon woke from the fitful rest. Trunks had woken too, but he
hadn't bothered to get up, and remained on the bed. She noticed one of his cheeks was bruised.
"Trunks?" She whispered. He didn't move, and still laid with his back to her. "Trunks, are you ok?"
"It's just a bruise." He replied slowly, and his words were heavy. She draped her tail around his waist, and
he stroked it gently, then put his hand back down. "He's going to make you leave, you know."
"I know." Celeste sighed.
"Mother wont be able to stop him this time."
"I'll be alright."
Trunks turned over and looked at her. "But-"
"I'll be fine, Trunks. You don't have to worry about me." She smiled, but it was weak. There was a long
pause between them. Trunks wanted to ask her about her past for some reason, but he couldn't bring
himself to do it. He moved forward and kissed her, and she kissed back. They broke apart and Celeste sat
up.
"I'll come back someday. So it won't be forever." She looked out the window. Trunks got up and moved
closer to her.
"I'll miss you though. Promise you'll come back?" He told her.
She turned and looked deep into his eyes, and his eyes gazed back. "Promise."
They both smiled.
~*~
"Please don't make her leave, Vegeta!" Bulma asked. "She has no where to go!" Vegeta merely laughed.
"You know what happened. How can you still want her to stay? I SAW them and the image still burns my
eyes every time I think about it."
"But she has no money! No supplies of any kind! How will she live?"
"Not my problem. She leaves. Today."
"Please, Vegeta-"
"No."
"But-"
"No. And that's final." He walked calmly out of the kitchen. Bulma sat down at the table and put her head
in her hands. After a moment she raised her head and looked around the kitchen, as if looking for help.
A picture on the counter caught her eye and a light blinked on in her head.
Perfect.
~*~
Celeste sat in the forest, legs clutched to her chest and tail wrapped around her feet. Tears streamed freely
down her face. She raised her head at a strange -fwoosh- sound from in front of her. A familiar shadowy
figure stood in front of her, anger emanating from it so strongly that she could almost taste it.
"Goddammit, child! You have forgotten what your mission is! And now you've gone and fucked every
thing up. I knew I should've removed more human genes. Fuck. Fuck!" It swore.
NOW she remembered. She'd seen it before. Her mission- it had mentioned that too. It seemed a lot less
mysterious now that it had let it's anger loose.
"Get up! Now! We're going to have to give your mind a little 'jolt'. Hold still." It moved forward, pulling
what looked like a mix of a gun and a needle. Celeste tried to run, but found fear had paralyzed her body.
The figure stuck out a hand in her direction.
"I said GET UP."
An invisible force pulled her upwards and set her on her feet, but she could still not run. It moved closer
and pulled out one of her arms, jabbing the needle end of the gun into her vein. And holy CRAP it hurt! It
shot a blue liquid into her arm and she could feel it travel through her body, and her skip a beat. It went
directly to her brain, and suddenly she remembered. Oh Kami, her mission! But no, she couldn't, she was
happy here, she didn't want to, she couldn't betray them.
"Oh fuck. It's those damn human genes again. Fucking emotions and fucking feelings and goddamn
fucking conscience. Goddammit!"
She felt to her knees, gripping her head, remembering everything. How he took her. The experiments. The
transfusions. The PAIN.
Suddenly, it all receded towards the back of her mind. She couldn't remember anymore. It was there, she
could feel it, it was right on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't reach it. Celeste stood up, shaking her
head.
"W-what was that? I. I can't remember." Celeste mumbled.
"Oh, and that would be the goddamn saiyan genes kicking in now, wouldn't it? Mixing with the human
and fighting for the misconception of good. Fuck!" The figure shouted sarcastically. "Oh goddammit.
Forget it. Forget it! I'll be back later. Make the damn stuff stronger. Ok- uh, one sec, um," It's voice took
on a mesmerizing tone. "Forget what you saw. Sleep now."
~*~
Celeste woke in her room, with Bulma just entering.
"You awake? I need to talk with you." She sat down on the end of the bed as Celeste propped herself up
on one arm, rubbing her eyes with the other. "You see, Vegeta is going to kick you out."
Celeste nodded. She already knew that.
"But I have a plan. I'm going to send you to live with Goku and his family- "
"Goku? Kakarot?" Celeste asked.
"Uh-" Bulma looked at her. "Yeah. How'd you know that? Nevermind. Anyway, you need to pack
anything you want to take. I'll give you some of my clothes, and Trunks said you could have some of his.
I'll give you some money too. But you can't let Vegeta know! He thinks we're going to leave you alone in
the forest to die or something. Now, we need to go over the path to Goku's house. First, head-"
"I know how to get there."
"I'm not going to ask anymore. Here," Bulma took a capsule out of her pocket. "Pack your clothes in this.
Just-"
"I know."
"Oh, well, good. I'll leave you to it then. We leave first thing in the morning, or at least, you and Vegeta
do. We'll keep in touch with Goku to see how you're doing, so don't worry about that. Well, ok. Don't be
afraid to ask Trunks for some clothes if you don't like mine." Bulma left, leaving Celeste staring at the
capsule on her bed.
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Fuck it. I quit.
For tonight anyway.
- Siphyis Pendragon