The Forgotten Saiyan

Two

"What an arrogant jerk!!!" I scream at the top of lungs, trudging all the way up to the top of a cliff.

I sit on the edge, mulling over what Vegeta said. It was true wasn't it? I don't understand why, what did King Vegeta not see? Or was he just a stereotypical jerk?

"I am a disgrace to my family and I know it." I mutter.

" I AM A DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY AND I KNOW IT!!" I scream, scaring away birds, but relieving the anger. A hand is placed on my shoulder, startling me.

"For the love of Zarbon that he will never have!" I yelp.

I turn and see Piccolo with a smirk on his face.  "Did I scare you?" he asks, hands behind his back.

"Pshhht!! You, scare me? I don't think so, Piccolo."

"Here, I saved this from your raving lunatic of a brother." He hands me the book Vegeta had so desperately wanted.

"Why do you think Vegeta didn't want me to see this?" I ask slipping it in my pocket.

"A 'Thank You Piccolo,' would have been nice.."

"Sorry, Thank You Piccolo, you saved me there, happy?"

"Yes, go on."

"What could be so horrible that he doesn't want me to see it, or some deep dark secret, like, maybe, about himself..." I wonder aloud.

"Could be." Piccolo says.

"You read it, didn't you."

"Yes."

"And you just gave it back to me?"

"No, I made some minor altercations..."

"Piccolo...!" I say, tersely.

"No." He says firmly. "You needn't know about it!"

"But Piccolo!!" I protest. Usually, he is on my side, it has to be really bad for him to not show me.

"No, Celeria, that is the end. It is better that you don't know. Vegeta was right in trying to keep it from you."

Confused, I walk over to him and place my hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" I ask.

"Yea, why.."

"You just said Vegeta was right."

He smiles. "He was right."

"Was not!" I pout.

He rolls his eyes. "So childish for a princess."

"You're one to talk." I say, now floating in the air.

"You know, I don't even want to know what that means..." He says with a sigh.

I gasp. "Goku, I bet he ate my ice cream!" I mutter, flying off in the direction I came.

Piccolo mutters something I can't hear, as I watch Goku looking at my melting bowl of ice cream. He pulls it over to him, smiling his child like smile.

"What'cha doin' Goku?" I ask, leaning in the door frame.

"Nuthin', Just, uh, cleaning this mess up...."

"Right...Have you seen Vegeta?" Piccolo now stands beside me, missing his turban and cape.

"No..I haven't.." His eyes shift to the floor.

"You're lying. Where is Vegeta?"

"I dunno, really."

"So, Kami help me, Goku, If you don't tell me his instant, I will have Piccolo hold you down as I eat all the ice cream in that freezer, and you will watch the whole thing."

His eyes widen in horror. "You ARE the evil sibling...he's in your room.."

 I burst into my room, unaccompanied, to find it completely ransacked, Vegeta in the midst of pulling out my dresser drawers.

"I hope you plan on cleaning this all up after you're done here."

He freezes, sitting on his knees, my possessions in his hands.

"I,  uh, you, uh, you don't have the book..." he stammers.

"I am well aware of that, Vegeta..'' I flop on my bed as I order him around, making him clean my room back up.

He finishes and sits next to me on my bed, quietly, something is bothering him.

"What is it, Vegeta?"

"Huh?" He looks at me startled.

"Something is bothering you, and I don't like it. I should be the only thing bothering you." I say with a smirk.

He gives me a funny look, something between a glare and a smile, and then looks down at his boots.

 "You are not a disgrace, to our family, only sometimes." He mutters.

If this were anyone but Vegetea, I would not forgive them so easily, but an apology from Vegeta is rare.

"Sorry I punched you so hard in the gut, that you fell over in pain. Sorry I enjoyed seeing that." I mumble.

"Please! You're lying! If you weren't, It would be un-Saiyan like!"

"Okay, fine, I'm not sorry, and that was totally awesome!" I say.

He rolls his eyes and goes back to doing whatever it is that he does, scornfully.

I lie on my bed and leaf through the book of stuff I shouldn't see. Piccolo has ripped so many pages out, it's hard to read. I let out a sigh. "Thanks, Pic." I mutter angrily, punching a pillow.

"Any time, princess," he laughs as he holds up the missing pages as he walks by.

I will get them, and I will read them. No doubt about it.