How Do You Know?
Chapter 10: Searching
"Ooww." His vision was dark and blurry. "I. feel. like shit." Movement wasn't an option, and pain was clouding his mind. It felt like every nerve was on fire. Slowly he started to recall the fight, somehow he was paralyzed and it wasn't getting any better. Every other time in his life he could develop a tolerance to pain and suffering. but somehow he couldn't even move his hand or any part of his body. Then a flash of understanding hit the incapacitated Sayajin. "My . t-tail. shit."
"Yeah, I was wondering when you'd notice that little fact." Said a deep evil voice, it took the teen a moment to recognize it then he started mentally cursing himself for letting himself not only falling in his first battle on a low ranked world and then being trapped by his only physical weakness that no one but his fellow Sayajins and the very select few he trusted knew about.
"No. fucking. fair." Wheezed out Shashii. A deep laugh rumbled out.
"Yeah you're right, kid. But who ever said the Demon King was fair?" mocked Piccolo. Shashii tried to feel for his energy, make a telekinetic attack, hell, anything but found he couldn't focus for more than an instant. In fact all his trying was only hurting him more. Now the pain was beyond unbearable, it was downright consuming.
"Daddy." whispered Shashii trying to reach out to Raddittzu before he blacked out again. The teen's battered body fell limp again and Piccolo's smirk vanished.
Contrary to the popular belief of the day, the seven foot tall demon didn't enjoy doing torture on helpless people. Sure he liked killing and beating the daylights out of the few heroes the world had and causing general chaos and fear. However this was an entirely different matter.
"Sorry about this but somehow I feel you need to stay alive a bit longer. God knows why." Muttered Piccolo.
They were in an ice cave that was hewed out years ago by his father during a battle with a hero who died valiantly and not without leaving an imprint in that old demon's mind and in his son's. It was the first and last time a telepath had gotten a message without him knowing, the only reason was because it was through something called love. Lucky him no one in their right mind could love a smart ass brat with a death wish like the one at his feet.
If only Piccolo were right. because at that moment a very panicked and loving father was desperately searching the bloody and pockmarked ice canyon for a clue as to where his son was.
"Daddy." a very weak voice called out. Raddittzu's head snapped up, it was his son he knew it was. As weak and low and distorted as it was he knew in his heart it was Shashii calling out to him.
"Telepathy," said Raddittzu hanging his head low after a moment of hope, "Damnit, he could be anywhere then. At least he's still alive. SHASHII! I'M COMING SON!!!" called out Raddittzu from the floor of the twenty foot tall canyon.
With that the Sayajin started to search with more purpose and speed than he thought possible, "I'm not losing you son, not ever."
Shashii was still a lump of pain stricken flesh, but the lump was one that refused to give up his hope of survival. With each attempt at movement Piccolo taunted the teen and played mind games like computer solitaire with the kid's head.
"Why try? It only puts you in more pain." Said Piccolo not without a little bit of malice. Shashii groaned and flung a curse at the green skinned demon. At that Piccolo laughed, "Pathetic, bet you don't even understand how much so too."
"Just. be quiet. I can almost. move the most. important. finger in the whole. world." He breathed out. Slowly he raised his hand and formed a fist and then ever so dramatically strained and put up his middle finger. Then the exhausted Sayajin laughed weakly, "See. Green butt?"
"Yeah right. why are you even still alive?"
"Pain. is really. just another part of life. you are a true. warrior. and trust me I've been worse." Wheezed Shashii before he lost concentration and fell limply to the floor. "Ouch."
"So someone is out there. a friend? Well, not that it matters no one could find this place. Magic." Stated Piccolo simply. He was bluffing but seeing the Sayajin's face contort into sadness for a millisecond proved it was another weak point to exploit.
"Great. it always comes to bite me in the ass. magic. Stupid. me." Said Shashii bitterly. Piccolo smirked a little wider at this new development.
"Ah, you've fought wizards before then?" asked Piccolo.
"Nearly got killed by seven of them, two were a couple of friends trying to help me out too." Said Shashii softly. "Those two girls were such klutzes, but it did help in the end."
"And the other five?" asked Piccolo. Shashii gave him a wild smile.
"Died by my blood covered hands, Green butt." He weakly laughed.
"I see. Then I'm sure you'll be great fun when you get out." Said Piccolo sardonically. The tall man then sat in a lotus position and started to meditate. Shashii grumbled a few more curses and then relaxed as much as he could bar the excruciating pain he was in.
"Maybe Dad will get closer soon. God knows I'm stuck for now." Said the Sayajin with a sigh.
Little did he know God or rather Kami did know. The green skinned old man turned to the caretaker of the floating island palace.
"Well, Mr. Popo what do you think of the new developments?" asked Kami to the short dark skinned genie.
"I think that maybe we should help Raddittzu, I feel sorry for him sir." Said Mr. Popo. Kami nodded, and closed his eyes.
"His heart has changed since he last arrived, I sense a lot of love for that teenaged terror. The boy has a loving heart as well, odd." Said the aged man.
"What sir?" asked Mr. Popo a bit concerned.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say that the boy is a jaded Goku." Said Kami with a bitter smile, "But I escorted that idiot to Yemma myself. And he's too old to be a reincarnation."
"Then how? How could he be Goku?" asked Mr. Popo worried now. Kami laughed and turned to his friend.
"Because he is a bit of Goku, and that hellcat he married as well." Stated Kami with a smile. Mr. Popo thought for a second and then his eyes widened in realization.
"It's Goku's son!" gasped the genie. Kami nodded solemnly.
Fun huh? I got to thank my reviewers. I've basking in your praise, thanks. Though I'm told I didn't need the ego boost. Now go read my other stuff. and something from Frozenflower. that girl kicks ass.
And Yoka- I hope I'm doing better at the transitions, never was my strong point.
Chapter 10: Searching
"Ooww." His vision was dark and blurry. "I. feel. like shit." Movement wasn't an option, and pain was clouding his mind. It felt like every nerve was on fire. Slowly he started to recall the fight, somehow he was paralyzed and it wasn't getting any better. Every other time in his life he could develop a tolerance to pain and suffering. but somehow he couldn't even move his hand or any part of his body. Then a flash of understanding hit the incapacitated Sayajin. "My . t-tail. shit."
"Yeah, I was wondering when you'd notice that little fact." Said a deep evil voice, it took the teen a moment to recognize it then he started mentally cursing himself for letting himself not only falling in his first battle on a low ranked world and then being trapped by his only physical weakness that no one but his fellow Sayajins and the very select few he trusted knew about.
"No. fucking. fair." Wheezed out Shashii. A deep laugh rumbled out.
"Yeah you're right, kid. But who ever said the Demon King was fair?" mocked Piccolo. Shashii tried to feel for his energy, make a telekinetic attack, hell, anything but found he couldn't focus for more than an instant. In fact all his trying was only hurting him more. Now the pain was beyond unbearable, it was downright consuming.
"Daddy." whispered Shashii trying to reach out to Raddittzu before he blacked out again. The teen's battered body fell limp again and Piccolo's smirk vanished.
Contrary to the popular belief of the day, the seven foot tall demon didn't enjoy doing torture on helpless people. Sure he liked killing and beating the daylights out of the few heroes the world had and causing general chaos and fear. However this was an entirely different matter.
"Sorry about this but somehow I feel you need to stay alive a bit longer. God knows why." Muttered Piccolo.
They were in an ice cave that was hewed out years ago by his father during a battle with a hero who died valiantly and not without leaving an imprint in that old demon's mind and in his son's. It was the first and last time a telepath had gotten a message without him knowing, the only reason was because it was through something called love. Lucky him no one in their right mind could love a smart ass brat with a death wish like the one at his feet.
If only Piccolo were right. because at that moment a very panicked and loving father was desperately searching the bloody and pockmarked ice canyon for a clue as to where his son was.
"Daddy." a very weak voice called out. Raddittzu's head snapped up, it was his son he knew it was. As weak and low and distorted as it was he knew in his heart it was Shashii calling out to him.
"Telepathy," said Raddittzu hanging his head low after a moment of hope, "Damnit, he could be anywhere then. At least he's still alive. SHASHII! I'M COMING SON!!!" called out Raddittzu from the floor of the twenty foot tall canyon.
With that the Sayajin started to search with more purpose and speed than he thought possible, "I'm not losing you son, not ever."
Shashii was still a lump of pain stricken flesh, but the lump was one that refused to give up his hope of survival. With each attempt at movement Piccolo taunted the teen and played mind games like computer solitaire with the kid's head.
"Why try? It only puts you in more pain." Said Piccolo not without a little bit of malice. Shashii groaned and flung a curse at the green skinned demon. At that Piccolo laughed, "Pathetic, bet you don't even understand how much so too."
"Just. be quiet. I can almost. move the most. important. finger in the whole. world." He breathed out. Slowly he raised his hand and formed a fist and then ever so dramatically strained and put up his middle finger. Then the exhausted Sayajin laughed weakly, "See. Green butt?"
"Yeah right. why are you even still alive?"
"Pain. is really. just another part of life. you are a true. warrior. and trust me I've been worse." Wheezed Shashii before he lost concentration and fell limply to the floor. "Ouch."
"So someone is out there. a friend? Well, not that it matters no one could find this place. Magic." Stated Piccolo simply. He was bluffing but seeing the Sayajin's face contort into sadness for a millisecond proved it was another weak point to exploit.
"Great. it always comes to bite me in the ass. magic. Stupid. me." Said Shashii bitterly. Piccolo smirked a little wider at this new development.
"Ah, you've fought wizards before then?" asked Piccolo.
"Nearly got killed by seven of them, two were a couple of friends trying to help me out too." Said Shashii softly. "Those two girls were such klutzes, but it did help in the end."
"And the other five?" asked Piccolo. Shashii gave him a wild smile.
"Died by my blood covered hands, Green butt." He weakly laughed.
"I see. Then I'm sure you'll be great fun when you get out." Said Piccolo sardonically. The tall man then sat in a lotus position and started to meditate. Shashii grumbled a few more curses and then relaxed as much as he could bar the excruciating pain he was in.
"Maybe Dad will get closer soon. God knows I'm stuck for now." Said the Sayajin with a sigh.
Little did he know God or rather Kami did know. The green skinned old man turned to the caretaker of the floating island palace.
"Well, Mr. Popo what do you think of the new developments?" asked Kami to the short dark skinned genie.
"I think that maybe we should help Raddittzu, I feel sorry for him sir." Said Mr. Popo. Kami nodded, and closed his eyes.
"His heart has changed since he last arrived, I sense a lot of love for that teenaged terror. The boy has a loving heart as well, odd." Said the aged man.
"What sir?" asked Mr. Popo a bit concerned.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say that the boy is a jaded Goku." Said Kami with a bitter smile, "But I escorted that idiot to Yemma myself. And he's too old to be a reincarnation."
"Then how? How could he be Goku?" asked Mr. Popo worried now. Kami laughed and turned to his friend.
"Because he is a bit of Goku, and that hellcat he married as well." Stated Kami with a smile. Mr. Popo thought for a second and then his eyes widened in realization.
"It's Goku's son!" gasped the genie. Kami nodded solemnly.
Fun huh? I got to thank my reviewers. I've basking in your praise, thanks. Though I'm told I didn't need the ego boost. Now go read my other stuff. and something from Frozenflower. that girl kicks ass.
And Yoka- I hope I'm doing better at the transitions, never was my strong point.