The Rise of the G-fighters

by Lake Superior

Froze is a young arcosian. Exiled for weakness, he searches for a place to call home. In his pursuit, he unwittingly begins to assemble a team of unique warriors. A companion fic to Mr. Arkham's "The Fall of Lord Frieza," this story focuses of the more underrated fighters of DBZ and their adventures in space. Undergoing Rebooting: Relaunch scheduled for June 2013.

11. Chapter 8: I trust you

Rise of the G-Fighters

Lake Superior

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or Dragon Ball GT. They are all

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Chapter 8: "I'm watching you." "I trust you." (Part 1)

Pikkon groaned and opened his eyes, awakening from his nightmare only to behold a setting unfamiliar to him. As he turned his head and looked about, he observed medical cots lining the walls with IV stands at the ready alongside. Most of the beds were empty but for a few. Was he in a hospital? Did he land on a benign planet where they rescued and treated his wounds?

Wait, his wounds? Why wasn't he feeling pain from his injuries? It took some effort, but he managed to pull himself up and look at his body. Closely examining his green skin for cuts, bruises, broken bones, or even chipped fingernails- any signs of injury- only to behold that he was entirely healed. Of course, that question was pushed out of his mind by the inquiry as to where his clothes had gone. He was nearly naked.

And THAT inquiry was forced out of Pikkon's mind as three people he didn't recognize entered the room. The one on the right, a female with blue skin and blonde hair, seemed familiar. The one in the middle, a man with wild black hair and a scar, he knew he had never seen before. But the one on the left, a short and trichromatic being, was a species he knew. An arcosian. The same species as that bastard Cooler who wiped out the people of Puranter! And now this guy's here with his pals to finish off Cooler's loose end! Pikkon wasn't about to let that happen! As though all his power returned to him at once, he swung himself out of the bed and entered a fighting stance, somehow bringing the female to blush.

"Aw, jeez." The arcosian sighed in annoyance, as it turned to the man in the middle, "I told you he'd think I'm Frieza!"

"And I told you," The man replied in a gruff voice, "That he would only know Cooler."

"Um, g-guys?" The female stammered, still trying to look away from Pikkon, "I think he believes we're enemies."

The arcosian and the man quit their bickering to look to the puranten man. Pikkon still hadn't let down his guard, but a look of bewilderment was obvious upon his face. The two laughed for a moment before the man spoke up. "Name's Bardock, Captain of The Rebel. We found your pod and brought you here. You've been asleep for at least three days. And before you ask; no. We're not with the Planet Trade."

Pikkon simply blinked and stood there dumbfounded. These people weren't exerted any negative energy, but he'd have to keep his wits about him. But first things first.

"Where are my clothes?"