[PS] Barracks

[Celipa]

"A familiar face!"

Seventeen's eyes snapped open to find a female visage hovering over his own. He blinked in confusion and then rifled through his inner processor. The face was easily pinned to a name and identity. Celipa, a saiyan he had previously had an excursion on the North Kaio's planet with. His eyebrow arched at her sprawling grin.

"Celipa?" he inquired calmly. There were no traces of sleep in his voice, since his intricate design allowed his body to snap back into function immediately.

"That's me," she replied happily. Her back rolled back up, so she was no longer leaning uncomfortably close to the cyborg. "Seventeen, right? We hung out at King Kai's."

"Yeah," the noir haired warrior affirmed. "We did. I see that you've entered the Abyss, now," he sat up on his bed, so to better see the saiyaness. She climbed up onto the foot of his bed, and took a seat.

Still grinning stupidly, she replied, "Yep. This is my second time. Last year, a chick with blue hair shoved her fist through my back."

Seventeen blinked, and then his eyes darted over Cel's shoulder. The saiyaness' head shifted to follow his gaze, and her eyes came to rest on a purple haired woman, standing a short distance away from the bed and staring at them. Her face looked familiar to Celipa, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly why...

There was a moment of hesitation and then the woman stated, "Hey, err, I never got to thank you, um..."

"Celipa," the saiyaness answered. Her eyes had lit up with recognition. "I bartered with Baba to have you revived once!"

"Yeah. My name's Violet," she stated. Then her gaze turned to the cyborg behind the saiyaness. "And Seventeen, I'm so -"

He cut her off with a sharp interjection. "Me too," Seventeen's voice seemed unsure, almost.

An awkward silence fell over the three, like a particularly uncomfortable blanket. Cel looked from one acquaintance to the other, and she felt that she could probably shatter the tension with her fist.

"So!" she exclaimed. "How 'bout them Arlians!?"

Both Violet and Seventeen shared glances with one another, which were probably supposed to slip Celipa's notice, but didn't quite do so. The saiyaness rose to her feet and hopped down from Seventeen's bed. Carelessly, she stretched out her arms and then scratched her nose rather unceremoniously.

"We enter the island soon," the saiyan stated, to spark up some sort of conversation. "I sure hope I don't have to kill you guys."

"Yeah," Seventeen replied. He didn't seem as if he would be too concerned about killing her, though. This particular cyborg struck Celipa as the kind of man who would play to win in a situation such as this.

That was ok, though. She was playing to win, too.

Violet smiled faintly. "This place always brings out the worst in people."