As soon as Goku reached the Lookout, he could already see Dende rushing towards him, Mr. Popo and Piccolo right behind the teenage guardian.
"We already know what happened, we sensed it." Dende stammered as he crouched over the barely breathing namekian and placed his hands on his chest and stomach. A warm glow illuminated from his palms and spread out over the large stranger.
Soon, a pair of sky blue eyes shot open and the namek let out an anguished roar as he began to regenerate his arms. He gasped for breath, letting his head fall back against the white tiles, small whimpering sounds coming from the back of his throat. After a few seconds of silence (besides the hard breathing of the newcomer) Goku decided to speak up.
"So, uh… how are ya feelin'?" The namek, still coated in his lost blood, looked up. His eyes widened in surprise and he sat up, only for his arms to buckle underneath his weight and hit his head.
"Ow!" he grabbed the back of his skull with a snarl. Goku placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Whoa, be careful there, bud. I'm Son Goku. You're Forte, right?" the namek again sat up, propped up on his elbows.
"M-mhm." Despite being so large, the namekian sounded rather young. Piccolo and Dende had been looking over Forte, a little perplexed. Forte's skin was a very dark green, which wasn't really uncommon in namekians, their skin varied in just about any shade of green. But the patches on his body was pretty new to them. They were purple, not pink or yellow, same with the perimeter, which was an even darker shade of violet.
Everyone jumped at the sound of a young boy's voice, coming from the green Souter in Goku's hand. Goku handed the contraption over to Forte, who placed the scouter over one ear. He tapped a small button located on the side of the scouter with a slightly trembling finger, still getting used to his new arms.
An image of a small creature had his face pressed close to the screen, startling Forte while the other's just widened their eyes in surprise.
The stranger looked like Frieza, except his horns were nubier and his face had a red color with dark violet, along with a light purple spot on his head and shoulders, and bright green eyes. He had a scouter, the same as Forte's, but it was blue instead of green.
"Izee?" Forte gasped, his eyes wide. The small alien scowled, and Trunks could be heard in the background, muttering.
"FORTE!" The child sized character practically screamed, causing the tall namek to flinch. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED OUT THERE?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FIFTY MILLION TIMES STRONGER THAN ME, SALMA, ABASU AND GENIE COMBINED!"
Everyone on the lookout sweat dropped.
"I-I'm sorry, brother. He was stronger than before. I think he's stronger than Demigra was." Forte stammered, obviously uncomfortable with the child shouting at him "but seriously, watch your mouth, kid. Genie wouldn't be pleased to hear you talk like that."
Izee grumbled and stepped back, allowing Trunks to take over.
"Sorry about that. He's still only a child." The half breed shot a glare towards the pouting midget.
"Wait, is that Trunks!?" Piccolo started, but he was ignored.
"How are you, Forte? Oh, and thank you, Goku and Dende, for saving his life!" Trunks smiled.
"Oh it was nothing! Honest!" the pure bred saiyan chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. Dende just smiled, Goku having taken the words right out of his mouth.
"Haha! Anyway, I need to ask you a favor." Goku looked at the screen of the scouter, curious. "I can tell that my companion here is in no condition to fight, so I'd really appreciate it if you took care of him until he's fit for battle, ok?" Now Forte shot a glare towards Trunks.
"What? No way, I can't possibly do that! Why can't you just take me back?!" the tall namek snarled. Trunks rolled his eyes. "Your energy is too unstable to safely travel back here."
Again, Forte growled, but remained silent. He was to tired to argue anyway.
Goku continued to smile as he nodded without any hesitation. "Sure, he can stay at my place for a while."
Forte hung his head, earning some giggles from Dende and Mr. Popo, and an amused grin from Piccolo. "Alright, fine." Forte muttered as he sat upright.
Goku said something about fighting as he placed a hand on Forte's bare back, and placed his two fingers on his forehead before vanishing with the new character.
...
Forte blinked as he found himself sitting in soft green grass within the next second. He still had to get used to the Instant Transmission's swiftness. He himself had learned the technique, but he never really used it, being the lazy slob he was.
Goku pulled the confused namek up, grinning as he flung one of his arms over his shoulder and walked Forte towards his house.
"Are… are you sure about this?" Forte was glancing around nervously, as if he expected an enemy like Frieza to pop out of the bushes and charge at them. It made Goku laugh a little.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine! I bet Chi Chi's gonna love ya!" Goku said with a reassuring smile.
.:hardly five minutes later:.
Forte sat on the couch in the living room awkwardly, his hands on his knees and spine straight and stiff as a board. He listened with twitching ears as the married couple discussed the new namekian in the other room, which happened to be the kitchen.
"Aw, but Chi Chi, he doesn't have a place to stay!" he heard Goku complain.
"Do you see the size of that man?! He's too big, why doesn't he go stay at Bulma's place?" Chi Chi countered. The dark namekian could envision the small angry woman with her red face and flailing arms. He gave a shudder.
"What if he doesn't like it there?" Goku honestly sounded so much like a child.
"Well that's not my problem, is it?" Chi Chi's voice changed from loud to a more bearable tone, but the venom was still intertwined with her words.
Forte heard Goku give a defeated sigh, his shoulders falling "Alright, we'll see how he feels about it."
Forte looked up as Goku and his wife left the kitchen.
"I, I already heard everything. I'm ok with spending time at this Bulma person's place." the tall namek raised his hands as he shrunk back nervously into the couch.
"Well, alright. Just be careful around Vegeta. He gets cranky sometimes." Goku gave a friendly wink as he slapped a suddenly pale Forte on the shoulder.
'Wait… Vegeta lives at Capsule Corp.?! Oh yeah… damn, I should pay more attention during those small lectures Trunks kept on giving me.' Forte swallowed nervously. Vegeta always unnerved him. The small man always screamed at people, which for some reason made the massive namekian almost terrified of the spiky haired saiyan.
Well, either that or his glare. That guy always seemed pretty angry.
"Great! I'll call Bulma and tell her she has an unexpected guest coming over!" Chi Chi started with a smile, which vanished almost instantly after "But you're going to be needing new clothes! You hardly have anything on you. Oh, and definitely a bath..."
Forte's face flushed as he looked down at his torn pants and blood coated body. She was right. He looked like he was wearing shredded boxers and jumped into a barrel of blueberries.
Chi Chi said something about Goku having extra clothes as she left the room, leaving the saiyan and Namekian alone in awkward silence.