Day Two: Afternoon

[Celipa]

Celipa awoke from a nap to find herself a bit more able to move than she had been previously. The saiyaness rose to her feet shakily and took a look around. Aero was dozing lightly on the ground, and Kirano was still deep in thought.

She had no plans of waking Aero, since the two hadn't slept at all since the competition had begun. Now that her nap had removed some of her fatigue, Celipa found that she could sort things out in her brain a bit easier. Priorities seemed a bit clearer.

Priority one was taking revenge on Zangya.

Priority two was getting her injuries healed through any means necessary.

Her eyes darted down to the gaping holes in her saiyan armor; two matching holes resided under her collarbone and in her shoulder, respectively. That super saiyan had fought with an unbridled power that Celipa had never even imagined possible.

When the two had locked eyes, Cel recalled making an undiagnosable connection to the man. The look in his troubled teal eyes had shaken Celipa to her core. It was a look that oozed lust for battle; even with her injuries, if Reijin had pulled that pitchfork out of her, Cel's urge to compete with a fellow pure blood would have driven her right back at him for round two. In fact, she found herself smiling faintly at the thought of battling him one on one. What if she had triumphed? She knew she wouldn't have, but, what if?

The afternoon had brought with it an eery silence -- Celipa didn't much like it -- and sounds of any sort were few and far between. Occasionally Kirano would open an eye which would in turn rove around the campsite, but close when he saw that nothing interesting would happen. Cel wasn't sure what to think of the blonde man, exactly. He had come in with Zangya and barely said anything to the group of them at large.

And the looks he gave weren't sitting right.

Cel shrugged off her suspicions and then rolled her left shoulder to gauge its mobility. In the beginning of the motion, it only burnt. Then, as she moved it further, the feeling evolved into a full-blown searing pain. It was almost unbearable. And even when she wasn't moving it the pain was nagging constantly at the back of her brain, trying to draw her attention back to it.

She sighed.

Then, her eyes fell to Aero, who was still sleeping peacefully. He looked like he was shivering. Celipa crept over to him, wincing a bit each time her collarbone moved, and then sat down beside the human. At least he had proven that his loyalties to her were real.

She laid her head down on his chest while he slept, and then nodded off herself.