The Forgotten Saiyan

Four

(Author's note: I just want to thank all my readers out there, it makes me happy my writing can occupy your need to kill some time. You are the reason I do this. ^-^ (Cameron's still an ass. ^-^ just kidding..maybe.))

Celeria's  P.o.V

I do feel a little guilty for lying to Piccolo like that, but I think he knows I was lying anyway.  Piccolo has told me everything, and it bothers me he won't tell me this, what could be so horrible? Obviously, he has a reason for keeping it from me, but what if it's an actual GOOD reason? Should I even bother trying to find out? Maybe I'll let it go for a few days, see what happened, Piccolo would tell me if he thought I could handle this. I try to push the book out of my head, hoping to think of what I could do, instead, memories of what I have done overcome me.

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Three years ago...

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I am on my knees, my shoulder throbbing in pain.

"This is why I said no before, Celeria, you are not ready. Imagine what Frieza could have done to you."

"You caught me off ga-"

"No excuses! What if you were fighting Frieza?!"

I glance at the pacing Piccolo and mutter, "I wasn't fighting Frieza, it was you!"

"It as eaisly could have been Frieza," He says solemly, hands behind his back.

I look up at him angrily, "No, it couldn't have been, because you won't let me fight him!"

"I have reasons!!" He yells.

I pick myself of the ground, getting to my feet unsteadily. "You're so condescending, you know that? Every single time it's, "no, not right, do it again." or "That was pathetic, ten more." Yea, have you been trained under you? No, you haven't it's not easy!" and I walk off, trying to hide my injuries.

"It's not hard. You are a stubborn Saiyan, who doesn't try hard enough."

"It is hard. You are a condescending Namekian who is a real jerk." I say, and edge in my tone, mimicking him.

"A condescending Namekian who is a real jerk? Do jerky condescending Namekians train stubborn, lazy Saiyans?"

"I dunno, you tell me, after all you should know." I say with a smirk.

He glares at me so angrily, I almost think he's someone else. "You know, I swear you hate me sometimes, Piccolo, you know that?"

His gaze softens. as does his voice. "Celeria, you know I could never hate you. I-, uh, you know that right?"

"You what?" I ask.

"Nothing, You know I couldn't hate you, right?"

"Well, I do now.." I mutter.

He looks at me dejectedly, walking towards me briskly. "Celeria, if I hated you, would I have stuck around here?" He asks, holding me at arm's length. He almost laughs. "You're my best friend, you know too much."

I laugh, "Then you better not get on my bad side."

He rolls his eyes and pulls me into a hug. I smile.

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I decide not to go for the missing pages....yet....