***For any flamers, you guys need to relax. It's just a fiction story...just like the show. sorry to bust your mind bubble.***
Radditz awoke slowly, the smells and comforts around him were foreign. He lay on a soft bed of straw and could smell a thick broth brewing across the room. Grasping his spinning head he sat up slowly and took in his surroundings. He was in a small room, the walls a dark brown with light soot trails running up from around a fireplace, an arched doorway stood beside it. A small cooking fire crackled with a large pot hanging over its dancing flames. The smell from that pot made his stomach rumble and whine. Standing slowly he walked carefully into the next room, the doors hinges screeching in protest. Bright light captured him, as his eyes adjusted he saw a humble room, nearly three times the size of the one had woke in. The walls were bright white, probably recently painted or washed, a small oak table sat in the corner with several large chairs surrounding it. A cushioned chair sat by another fireplace, looking well used and worn with a large basket of linens and threads setting beside it.
A door at the end of the room opened and Radditz recognized the woman form before as she entered carrying a basket and shaking dirt from her skirts. When she saw him standing in the doorway she looked surprised but then rushed to get him a seat as he began to sway on his feet.
"Radditz, you shouldn't be up and about if you aren't ready." Her scoldings were only half serious as she smiled and set the basket on the table and unloaded the contents. Thick ham bones, loaves of bread, jam, eggs and cheese. Radditz looked at them as she began putting them away, his mouth watering. He reached for a hunk of cheese when a firm slap caught him by surprise. He took his hand away, rubbing the back of it and looked up at the woman with his mouth hanging open. "No eating…dinner will be done soon. Den you can eat. Before den, you need to go wash up." His mouth still hung open as he looked at her with confused eyes. "Radditz, no man in dis house eats without washing up!"
Getting up slowly, she pushed him toward the door. Walking a few steps he stopped and turned, still looking confused. "No more of thees, go on!" She opened the door and pushed the larger man outside.
"Yes mother," Radditz grinned.
She shook her head, "I have…had two boys. Natha and Bite. Natha is gone now. You call me Lunna like everyone else." He nodded and she forced a smile over her tear filled eyes. "Shower's tha' way." She pointed across the yard to a closed-in bath before shutting the door softly.
Radditz crossed the yard slowly, his equilibrium still felt off, but he would manage for himself. He opened the bath door and saw the fixings of a decent shower. Turning one of the handles a spat of hot water flecked his face. He turned the other quickly and soon had the small room full of steam. After carefully stepping out of clothes that had to have been worn at least seven days, he stepped into the hot spray and stood there. He could feel the dried blood, mud and sweat slowly peel away with the flow. A light knock on the bath door and he jumped, unsure of what to do. Standing behind the bath door, he opened it and stuck his head around the side. Bite stood holding out a towel and bar of lye. "Ma forgot to give you these." Smiling at the boy, Radditz took the towel and soap, shut the door and waited to hear retreating footsteps before getting back into the shower.
The lye burned his skin lightly as he scrubbed as hard as he could, layers of dead skin and grim melted away. He worked a heavy lather and ran large soapy hands across his mass of muscle, trying his best to get his entire back and carefully cleaned his bruised tail. The cuts and abrasions stung to high heaven but he didn't care. Working a thick lather in his mass of hair he carefully ran his fingers through to the ends to work out any clumps or snarls, and to avoid any other painful treats of hair healing into his wounds. Rinsing his mane, he shook his hair carefully and stood under the spray a moment longer before drying himself off as roughly as he could.
A large gash ran around his thigh, not very deep but as long as his forearm. His ribs felt awful, deep purple and yellow bruises running along one side, he took a note to wrap them later. Other than formal scratches and bruises the only other wound was the deep laceration on his cheek, it wasn't to the bone, but deep enough for maggots to clean away the dirty flesh and allow it to heal healthy. After finger combing his hair from his face, he looked around him and found a new predicament…he had no clothes.
Tucking the towel neatly around his hips, he stalked quickly to the small house and pushed open the door, shocking Bite and Lunna as the naked man slammed the door behind him. A flush came to his cheeks as he tried to stammer out his need of clothing, when Nappa entered the door behind him.
Nappa's eyes went wide at the sight of the dripping warrior nearly naked in his kitchen. A booming laugh filled the room as Nappa's face cracked and he slapped Radditz on the back. Lunna left the room in a hurry and came scurrying back with an armload of clothes. She didn't look at Radditz' face, instead looking at the floor as he took the clothes from her arms and made his way quickly to the small room he woke up in.
Nearly an hour had passed before Radditz came from his room, wearing a pair of dark pants a little loose in the waist, and a tee shirt that pulled a little too tight across his chest. His hair had dried to soft waves and took on a chunky look of thick interwoven spikes. Being clean, the gash on his face was more prominent as it glared a deep scarlet against his tanned skin. He walked into the kitchen and sat in a chair at one of its sides.
Lunna was at the fire, stirring a pot that bubbled and gave off luscious smells. Bite stood at a sideboard cutting up hunks of meat and Nappa was sitting at the table sewing. Radditz watched Nappa with a look of humor and confusion. Nappa grinned, "Nothing wrong with knowing 'ow to sew…'specially if yer wife is makin' a large supper." Nappa winked at him, Radditz laughed and gripped his aching ribs. "Are they broken?" Radditz glanced at his ribs and nodded.
"I believe so."
Nappa stood, "Well come over here into the light and let me 'ave a look at them." Radditz followed Nappa to the fire and gingerly pulled the shirt over his head. Nappa looked at the ugly bruises that crossed Radditz' ribs and lightly pressed a thumb onto one of them. Radditz sucked in a deep breath and grimaced. "Only a couple more to go…" Being as careful as before, Napa prodded the next three ribs and got a similar response to two of them. "Seems you've got three smashed ribs…stay 'ere, I'll get some wrap." Nappa walked into a room Radditz didn't remember seeing before.
Radditz looked around the room to see what else he had missed from his earlier gazing. There were family photos on the walls, animal skins and trophy antlers from two buck. One of the boys in the pictures Radditz didn't know, he assumed it was Natha, the boy who had died in battle. Radditz felt uncomfortable not recognizing the boy's face and wondered if he had been the one to kill the boy. His thoughts were broken when Nappa's stomping feet brought him back to the fire with a handful of torn sheets.
"Don' move too much…soon as we're done we can eat." Nappa grinned and Radditz raised his arms above his head. Nappa pulled gently on each strip after wrapping it slowly around Radditz' rib cage. Radditz grunted a couple times during the ordeal and was helped by Nappa to pull the snug shirt back down across the thick bandages.
"Thank you."
"No problems…now we eat!" Nappa walked Radditz to the table and sat down rubbing his meaty hands together at the food spread across its small surface. Radditz smiled at them as they all began to heap mounds of food onto plates and pass them around. His stomach rumbled in delight, as he reached for a large plate a stern hand slapped his.
"You can't have any of that!" Lunna's stern voice shook him out of his trance. "You 'aven't eaten in who knows how long…you eat this." She set a small bowl of thick broth in front of him. "You eat that, and no more…you 'ear me?!"
Radditz looked to Nappa who winked at him. "Ooooh no. Nappa you leave that boy be. He eats that broth and nothing else! He'd only 'eave it back up later!" Nappa shrugged at Radditz in defeat and Lunna sat down smiling.
"You eat all that up." She smiled at Radditz who looked down into the bowl of broth. Giving a mental shrug he put a full spoon to his lips and ate.
***A/N: Since the flamers probably left after the begining, the rest of us can revel knowing that the show _is_ real....right?
Radditz awoke slowly, the smells and comforts around him were foreign. He lay on a soft bed of straw and could smell a thick broth brewing across the room. Grasping his spinning head he sat up slowly and took in his surroundings. He was in a small room, the walls a dark brown with light soot trails running up from around a fireplace, an arched doorway stood beside it. A small cooking fire crackled with a large pot hanging over its dancing flames. The smell from that pot made his stomach rumble and whine. Standing slowly he walked carefully into the next room, the doors hinges screeching in protest. Bright light captured him, as his eyes adjusted he saw a humble room, nearly three times the size of the one had woke in. The walls were bright white, probably recently painted or washed, a small oak table sat in the corner with several large chairs surrounding it. A cushioned chair sat by another fireplace, looking well used and worn with a large basket of linens and threads setting beside it.
A door at the end of the room opened and Radditz recognized the woman form before as she entered carrying a basket and shaking dirt from her skirts. When she saw him standing in the doorway she looked surprised but then rushed to get him a seat as he began to sway on his feet.
"Radditz, you shouldn't be up and about if you aren't ready." Her scoldings were only half serious as she smiled and set the basket on the table and unloaded the contents. Thick ham bones, loaves of bread, jam, eggs and cheese. Radditz looked at them as she began putting them away, his mouth watering. He reached for a hunk of cheese when a firm slap caught him by surprise. He took his hand away, rubbing the back of it and looked up at the woman with his mouth hanging open. "No eating…dinner will be done soon. Den you can eat. Before den, you need to go wash up." His mouth still hung open as he looked at her with confused eyes. "Radditz, no man in dis house eats without washing up!"
Getting up slowly, she pushed him toward the door. Walking a few steps he stopped and turned, still looking confused. "No more of thees, go on!" She opened the door and pushed the larger man outside.
"Yes mother," Radditz grinned.
She shook her head, "I have…had two boys. Natha and Bite. Natha is gone now. You call me Lunna like everyone else." He nodded and she forced a smile over her tear filled eyes. "Shower's tha' way." She pointed across the yard to a closed-in bath before shutting the door softly.
Radditz crossed the yard slowly, his equilibrium still felt off, but he would manage for himself. He opened the bath door and saw the fixings of a decent shower. Turning one of the handles a spat of hot water flecked his face. He turned the other quickly and soon had the small room full of steam. After carefully stepping out of clothes that had to have been worn at least seven days, he stepped into the hot spray and stood there. He could feel the dried blood, mud and sweat slowly peel away with the flow. A light knock on the bath door and he jumped, unsure of what to do. Standing behind the bath door, he opened it and stuck his head around the side. Bite stood holding out a towel and bar of lye. "Ma forgot to give you these." Smiling at the boy, Radditz took the towel and soap, shut the door and waited to hear retreating footsteps before getting back into the shower.
The lye burned his skin lightly as he scrubbed as hard as he could, layers of dead skin and grim melted away. He worked a heavy lather and ran large soapy hands across his mass of muscle, trying his best to get his entire back and carefully cleaned his bruised tail. The cuts and abrasions stung to high heaven but he didn't care. Working a thick lather in his mass of hair he carefully ran his fingers through to the ends to work out any clumps or snarls, and to avoid any other painful treats of hair healing into his wounds. Rinsing his mane, he shook his hair carefully and stood under the spray a moment longer before drying himself off as roughly as he could.
A large gash ran around his thigh, not very deep but as long as his forearm. His ribs felt awful, deep purple and yellow bruises running along one side, he took a note to wrap them later. Other than formal scratches and bruises the only other wound was the deep laceration on his cheek, it wasn't to the bone, but deep enough for maggots to clean away the dirty flesh and allow it to heal healthy. After finger combing his hair from his face, he looked around him and found a new predicament…he had no clothes.
Tucking the towel neatly around his hips, he stalked quickly to the small house and pushed open the door, shocking Bite and Lunna as the naked man slammed the door behind him. A flush came to his cheeks as he tried to stammer out his need of clothing, when Nappa entered the door behind him.
Nappa's eyes went wide at the sight of the dripping warrior nearly naked in his kitchen. A booming laugh filled the room as Nappa's face cracked and he slapped Radditz on the back. Lunna left the room in a hurry and came scurrying back with an armload of clothes. She didn't look at Radditz' face, instead looking at the floor as he took the clothes from her arms and made his way quickly to the small room he woke up in.
Nearly an hour had passed before Radditz came from his room, wearing a pair of dark pants a little loose in the waist, and a tee shirt that pulled a little too tight across his chest. His hair had dried to soft waves and took on a chunky look of thick interwoven spikes. Being clean, the gash on his face was more prominent as it glared a deep scarlet against his tanned skin. He walked into the kitchen and sat in a chair at one of its sides.
Lunna was at the fire, stirring a pot that bubbled and gave off luscious smells. Bite stood at a sideboard cutting up hunks of meat and Nappa was sitting at the table sewing. Radditz watched Nappa with a look of humor and confusion. Nappa grinned, "Nothing wrong with knowing 'ow to sew…'specially if yer wife is makin' a large supper." Nappa winked at him, Radditz laughed and gripped his aching ribs. "Are they broken?" Radditz glanced at his ribs and nodded.
"I believe so."
Nappa stood, "Well come over here into the light and let me 'ave a look at them." Radditz followed Nappa to the fire and gingerly pulled the shirt over his head. Nappa looked at the ugly bruises that crossed Radditz' ribs and lightly pressed a thumb onto one of them. Radditz sucked in a deep breath and grimaced. "Only a couple more to go…" Being as careful as before, Napa prodded the next three ribs and got a similar response to two of them. "Seems you've got three smashed ribs…stay 'ere, I'll get some wrap." Nappa walked into a room Radditz didn't remember seeing before.
Radditz looked around the room to see what else he had missed from his earlier gazing. There were family photos on the walls, animal skins and trophy antlers from two buck. One of the boys in the pictures Radditz didn't know, he assumed it was Natha, the boy who had died in battle. Radditz felt uncomfortable not recognizing the boy's face and wondered if he had been the one to kill the boy. His thoughts were broken when Nappa's stomping feet brought him back to the fire with a handful of torn sheets.
"Don' move too much…soon as we're done we can eat." Nappa grinned and Radditz raised his arms above his head. Nappa pulled gently on each strip after wrapping it slowly around Radditz' rib cage. Radditz grunted a couple times during the ordeal and was helped by Nappa to pull the snug shirt back down across the thick bandages.
"Thank you."
"No problems…now we eat!" Nappa walked Radditz to the table and sat down rubbing his meaty hands together at the food spread across its small surface. Radditz smiled at them as they all began to heap mounds of food onto plates and pass them around. His stomach rumbled in delight, as he reached for a large plate a stern hand slapped his.
"You can't have any of that!" Lunna's stern voice shook him out of his trance. "You 'aven't eaten in who knows how long…you eat this." She set a small bowl of thick broth in front of him. "You eat that, and no more…you 'ear me?!"
Radditz looked to Nappa who winked at him. "Ooooh no. Nappa you leave that boy be. He eats that broth and nothing else! He'd only 'eave it back up later!" Nappa shrugged at Radditz in defeat and Lunna sat down smiling.
"You eat all that up." She smiled at Radditz who looked down into the bowl of broth. Giving a mental shrug he put a full spoon to his lips and ate.
***A/N: Since the flamers probably left after the begining, the rest of us can revel knowing that the show _is_ real....right?