How Do You Know?
Chapter 11: Trying
Silence. Emptiness. As Raddittzu stared around at the frozen wasteland that was all that was there to see and hear. He had never picked up on his son's ability to track energy signals nor had he ever become telepathic. As such he was stuck looking the hard way, and more than a bit depressed and at the moment starving.
Before he had silenced the rumbles and mentally yelled at himself for even thinking of food while his son was missing like this. Now, however, he was severely weakened and could barely fly, let alone search. And as was typical of him, he was not prepared with a snack cube as he should have been.
So due to bad planning on the part of both Sayajins, they both were cold, hungry and had very little, if any, hope of seeing each other alive again. It would take a miracle of parting the Red Sea proportions to fix the mess the two most disaster prone Sayajins had created.
"What do want to do Kami?" asked Mr. Popo worriedly, if it were any of the other Kamis that the genie had served he wouldn't even care. But this one, well he didn't have the best track record at staying low key and hard to find. Hell, he invited people to the Palace sometimes just to spite the rules and sacredness of the floating island. For this one giving a little bit of help was giving a do-gooder doctor the secret to ridding humanity and the rest of the world of cancer.
"I want to just bring both idiots here, and leave a little note for the dear self-proclaimed Demon King. But I know that you wouldn't enjoy that at all. So I'll give the two a chance to see the full moon." Mr. Popo's eyes widened.
"Are they like Goku was?" asked the genie panicked, earning a nod from Kami, "Then don't sir, don't. I know you don't like Piccolo, but he really doesn't deserve to die. Remember how he saved us when Garlic Junior last attacked?"
"Fine." Sighed the aged man, nodding. "I could heal them both, but the boy would kill Piccolo just as soon as look at the ugly brute. I'll give that Raddittzu a full stomach and a dream to guide him then. How's that?"
"Okay sir, that is a very good plan." Kami smirked at the genie who gave a smile and a nod back and then went to go tend the flowers. Kami started to chant and Mr. Popo shook his head, if it were any other Kami, he could not be half as blunt as he was with this one. He liked that.
"What a hard headed man." Said Kami with a laugh. Mr. Popo could feel Kami using even more magic to counter the will power of the starved warrior. Shrugging, he continued to water the garden.
Raddittzu dropped to the ground for the umpteenth time that night, it was bitterly cold, way below freezing, and he couldn't stay awake at all. Groaning, he gave in to sleep, praying that it would help. A calm warm spread over him and he was in a deep slumber. All his thoughts however were still on his son.
"Damnit." Muttered Shashii as his stomach growled again, Hunger and having his tail pulled. It was the perfect way to drive a normal Sayajin insane, and as such Shashii was near his breaking point. The voices of his other selves were yelling at him some had even appeared before him and tried to beat the crap out of him. To Piccolo he seemed to be a raving lunatic and someone to give space to.
"Shut up, boy." Snapped Piccolo. The Demon King had no idea how to handle this. Shashii was the first person other than Goku and Kami to live this long during their first meeting.
"You first, Green butt." He was shaking, his throat was parched, lips were cracked, he was cold, starving after no food nor water for who knows how long, beat up, in agony, going insane, and had to deal with a sadistic evil seven foot Demon King. It was safe to say he was more than a bit angry. And rightfully so.
Silence fell again, even his other selves had shut up and gone to the depths of his mind. And in the pitch black of the freezing cave the Sayajin sat, unable to do anything, and hating every millisecond of it.
After the third hour of silence, his mind really had stopped doing much thinking, shutting down all but the essentials, survival instincts, smell, and anger. In fact those three were being heightened, acutely so. He could now plot every facet of the cave he was in especially where Piccolo was, he could smell everything. Outside was twenty strides away, he could escape, but he so wanted to kill the green man.
And so the Sayajin stayed, and loathed his jailor.
He was in a rather surreal place, just floating, waiting for someone. He wasn't sure who but he knew that whoever it was could help him find his son. The ever changing colors of the place were near maddening though. He briefly entertained the thought of blowing them up with a smile.
With a pop, a withered old green skinned man appeared before him. Raddittzu had to fight the urge to laugh, he was going insane. Ha had to be.
"No, you are not going insane. I am real, I'm Kami of this Earth. And you are right I can help you." Said the green skinned artifact.
"Okay, I'll trust almost any damned person who can tell me how to find my son." Said Raddittzu with conviction. Kami nodded and smiled.
"First, tell me is he really your son?" said Kami. Raddittzu closed his eyes, he couldn't lie, and the old man had already read his mind once. With a sigh he opened his eyes and shook his head. Kami persisted, "Then whose is he?"
"My little brother's, whom I killed. That is the reason I brought him back, to show him the truth." Said Raddittzu, voice filled with regret and remorse. "I have raised him, though, as if he was mine. So in that way I am his father. Your God, am I his father?" asked Raddittzu.
"Not for me to say. That is up to the youth who needs you right now." An image of a beaten, bloody, and weak Shashii filled Raddittzu's vision. The teen was muttering to himself and his tail was in some sort of vice. Anger welled up in the father's heart, he had to get to his son that instant. "He hasn't had a bite to eat since you two left your base, and is in a great deal of pain."
"Tell me how to get to him." Said Raddittzu in a low and threatening voice. Kami nodded.
"I'm going to awaken an ability from within you."
"The ability to find energy like my son." Said Raddittzu understanding.
"Yes, now relax and lose focus. When you awake in the morning you'll find him but you are not allowed to hurt the one who has him. He was attacked by your son, and as such nether of you are allowed to harm him."
"Fine, it will be done. You have my word." Grumbled Raddittzu as he closed his eyes and fell into another slumber.
When he awoke in the morning he was cold and tired again, but he was full and felt a weird thing in the back of his mind. It was telling him that something was out there, and he knew exactly where.
Grinning like a man possessed he rushed as fast as he could to his destination.
Okay, another thanks to all you who are reviewing. Geez, you guys are great. This story is fun to write, it evolves and grows on its own really. I'm giving up trying to plan it out, I tried that and trust me if all my plans had happened this wouldn't be half as easy to write as it is.
I have another suggestion for you folks to read, but it's a column this time. Read Tools of the Trade by Islandwalker, trust me this is a must read for everyone who writes.
Chapter 11: Trying
Silence. Emptiness. As Raddittzu stared around at the frozen wasteland that was all that was there to see and hear. He had never picked up on his son's ability to track energy signals nor had he ever become telepathic. As such he was stuck looking the hard way, and more than a bit depressed and at the moment starving.
Before he had silenced the rumbles and mentally yelled at himself for even thinking of food while his son was missing like this. Now, however, he was severely weakened and could barely fly, let alone search. And as was typical of him, he was not prepared with a snack cube as he should have been.
So due to bad planning on the part of both Sayajins, they both were cold, hungry and had very little, if any, hope of seeing each other alive again. It would take a miracle of parting the Red Sea proportions to fix the mess the two most disaster prone Sayajins had created.
"What do want to do Kami?" asked Mr. Popo worriedly, if it were any of the other Kamis that the genie had served he wouldn't even care. But this one, well he didn't have the best track record at staying low key and hard to find. Hell, he invited people to the Palace sometimes just to spite the rules and sacredness of the floating island. For this one giving a little bit of help was giving a do-gooder doctor the secret to ridding humanity and the rest of the world of cancer.
"I want to just bring both idiots here, and leave a little note for the dear self-proclaimed Demon King. But I know that you wouldn't enjoy that at all. So I'll give the two a chance to see the full moon." Mr. Popo's eyes widened.
"Are they like Goku was?" asked the genie panicked, earning a nod from Kami, "Then don't sir, don't. I know you don't like Piccolo, but he really doesn't deserve to die. Remember how he saved us when Garlic Junior last attacked?"
"Fine." Sighed the aged man, nodding. "I could heal them both, but the boy would kill Piccolo just as soon as look at the ugly brute. I'll give that Raddittzu a full stomach and a dream to guide him then. How's that?"
"Okay sir, that is a very good plan." Kami smirked at the genie who gave a smile and a nod back and then went to go tend the flowers. Kami started to chant and Mr. Popo shook his head, if it were any other Kami, he could not be half as blunt as he was with this one. He liked that.
"What a hard headed man." Said Kami with a laugh. Mr. Popo could feel Kami using even more magic to counter the will power of the starved warrior. Shrugging, he continued to water the garden.
Raddittzu dropped to the ground for the umpteenth time that night, it was bitterly cold, way below freezing, and he couldn't stay awake at all. Groaning, he gave in to sleep, praying that it would help. A calm warm spread over him and he was in a deep slumber. All his thoughts however were still on his son.
"Damnit." Muttered Shashii as his stomach growled again, Hunger and having his tail pulled. It was the perfect way to drive a normal Sayajin insane, and as such Shashii was near his breaking point. The voices of his other selves were yelling at him some had even appeared before him and tried to beat the crap out of him. To Piccolo he seemed to be a raving lunatic and someone to give space to.
"Shut up, boy." Snapped Piccolo. The Demon King had no idea how to handle this. Shashii was the first person other than Goku and Kami to live this long during their first meeting.
"You first, Green butt." He was shaking, his throat was parched, lips were cracked, he was cold, starving after no food nor water for who knows how long, beat up, in agony, going insane, and had to deal with a sadistic evil seven foot Demon King. It was safe to say he was more than a bit angry. And rightfully so.
Silence fell again, even his other selves had shut up and gone to the depths of his mind. And in the pitch black of the freezing cave the Sayajin sat, unable to do anything, and hating every millisecond of it.
After the third hour of silence, his mind really had stopped doing much thinking, shutting down all but the essentials, survival instincts, smell, and anger. In fact those three were being heightened, acutely so. He could now plot every facet of the cave he was in especially where Piccolo was, he could smell everything. Outside was twenty strides away, he could escape, but he so wanted to kill the green man.
And so the Sayajin stayed, and loathed his jailor.
He was in a rather surreal place, just floating, waiting for someone. He wasn't sure who but he knew that whoever it was could help him find his son. The ever changing colors of the place were near maddening though. He briefly entertained the thought of blowing them up with a smile.
With a pop, a withered old green skinned man appeared before him. Raddittzu had to fight the urge to laugh, he was going insane. Ha had to be.
"No, you are not going insane. I am real, I'm Kami of this Earth. And you are right I can help you." Said the green skinned artifact.
"Okay, I'll trust almost any damned person who can tell me how to find my son." Said Raddittzu with conviction. Kami nodded and smiled.
"First, tell me is he really your son?" said Kami. Raddittzu closed his eyes, he couldn't lie, and the old man had already read his mind once. With a sigh he opened his eyes and shook his head. Kami persisted, "Then whose is he?"
"My little brother's, whom I killed. That is the reason I brought him back, to show him the truth." Said Raddittzu, voice filled with regret and remorse. "I have raised him, though, as if he was mine. So in that way I am his father. Your God, am I his father?" asked Raddittzu.
"Not for me to say. That is up to the youth who needs you right now." An image of a beaten, bloody, and weak Shashii filled Raddittzu's vision. The teen was muttering to himself and his tail was in some sort of vice. Anger welled up in the father's heart, he had to get to his son that instant. "He hasn't had a bite to eat since you two left your base, and is in a great deal of pain."
"Tell me how to get to him." Said Raddittzu in a low and threatening voice. Kami nodded.
"I'm going to awaken an ability from within you."
"The ability to find energy like my son." Said Raddittzu understanding.
"Yes, now relax and lose focus. When you awake in the morning you'll find him but you are not allowed to hurt the one who has him. He was attacked by your son, and as such nether of you are allowed to harm him."
"Fine, it will be done. You have my word." Grumbled Raddittzu as he closed his eyes and fell into another slumber.
When he awoke in the morning he was cold and tired again, but he was full and felt a weird thing in the back of his mind. It was telling him that something was out there, and he knew exactly where.
Grinning like a man possessed he rushed as fast as he could to his destination.
Okay, another thanks to all you who are reviewing. Geez, you guys are great. This story is fun to write, it evolves and grows on its own really. I'm giving up trying to plan it out, I tried that and trust me if all my plans had happened this wouldn't be half as easy to write as it is.
I have another suggestion for you folks to read, but it's a column this time. Read Tools of the Trade by Islandwalker, trust me this is a must read for everyone who writes.