The Forgotten Saiyan

Three

Cameron, You are still an ass.  t(-_-t) ;) anyways..

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Piccolo's P.o.V

I hold the pages of Celeria's mother's book in my hand. If I gave these pages to her, if she stole them, I know she would never be the same. I observe people, I see how they change and what causes it, there  have been many things that should have changed Celeria, but she stood up against the erosion, but this, this is something that would wash her away, for good.

"How can I hid it from that snaky Saiyan...." I wonder aloud.

 The door opens and I fear Cel is behind me, as usual, about to get what she wants.

"Which snaky Saiyan?"  Vegeta asks, laughing.

"Your sister. You and I both know she CAN NOT find out about this."

"Right, so what should we do? Burn it?" He asks disinterestedly.

"I'll take care of it myself."

"Take care of what?"

"You're an idiot, Vegeta," I sigh, and he leaves. I think about what he said about burning them, but the information written on these papers could save us one day. If I hide them, Celeria will find them, no doubt about it. What if I keep them on me at all times, could she still find a way to steal them? Of course she could, I trained her for crying out loud! There's not one thing I know that she doesn't, except for what's on these papers. I haven't kept a secret from Cel and wonder how I will on this one. I think back to when Celeria and I used to train everyday.

 I am sitting in the edge of the cliff, sweating, Celeria next to me, not even seeming tired.

"You've got a lot of energy, kid." I mumble, wiping my forehead, looking around. I'm on Namek.. Is this a flash back?

"Yea," She says looking down at the ravine far below us. "I'm gonna beat Vegeta up one day. I mean it." She clenches her fists tightly. "He's a tyrant.."

"Yes, he is, and so young, it's quite remarkable." The younger me replies bitterly.

"Piccolo, why have you brought me here?" The seven year old asks.

"Well," I turn to face her, "The thing is,"

"How do explain to a 7 year old that her entire race is dead, and her brothers, on a different planet, not exactly reachable?" I wonder.

"Piccolo..."

"There is this bad, bad man, Freiza-"

She gasps, "Freiza is a man?! I thought he as a she!!"

I suppress laughter and continue on, as she settles down, listening intently. "He was very bad, and betrayed your race, and kinda-"

"Oh...I see," she says. She must have figured it out, I see tears form in her eyes and I don't know what to do.

"Don't worry, you're safe, your brother is safe, and me and you will take Freiza down someday."

She sniffles a little. "Promise?" she asks sticking her pinkie out. I don't know what to do, so I hug her instead. "Promise."

                                               A few years later.

"Piccolo! You Liar! You Traitor!! I Hate you!!!"

"Celly, you are not ready yet!" I try to reason, hoping her words were just spoken from rage.

"Don't call me Celly!"

"Goku calls you Celly.."

"Goku isn't a filthy, no good, lying, traitorous Namekian!!"

"You dirty Monkey." I mutter.

Her anger, disappears, turning into a mix of rage and pain. "What did you say?!" She says softly but murderously, stepping towards me.

"Nothing..." I say, backing up.

"No, I heard what you said. I just can't believe you, of all people would say that to me." She yells, I sense her power levels increase and watch is disbelief as she turns into a Super Saiyan for the first time, This is also the first time I was scared she might kill me.

"Celeria!" I yell biting my lip. "I'm sor-"

                                     Present (Sorry If Piccolo's flashbacks were hard to follow..)

 "Piccolo?....What's the matter?....PICCOLO!!!" someone shouts, snapping me from my thoughts.

"I said sorry!!" I yell, not fully aware of my surroundings.

''What?" Celeria asks, confused.

"Oh, nothing," I say hiding the paper behind my back.

She rolls her eyes. "I was here for five minutes, watching you stare out into space. I don'y even want those papers anymore anyways." she turns and leaves, leaving me confused.

She didn't just give up that easy, or did she?