FOUNDATION: Terrestrial Fellowship
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A/N: Thankyou for the reviews of the last chapter.
Again sorry for the very long wait before updating this fic, I have a bad habit of being stuck in a rut with one fic at a time..
Hehe but here it is, the next chapter, I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 5: The search for answers begins.
Krillin flew out in front of the group a focused frown on his features, close behind Tien, Chouzu, Puar & Yumcha with Bulma holding on to his waist as he carried her firmly across the sky.
Off to the side was Vegeta, pondering what they had witnessed only moments earlier, a boy, a young boy capable of such a defeat, not only the distraction of Frieza but also the defeat of his father, the great kind cold.
*He was a child an oversized brat, how did he make super sayajin, its just not possible and more than that, where did he acquire the genes? * The question circled in his mind like vultures over a fresh kill, he was tire, tired of always being second and in this case third on the scale.
He would find a way to climb higher, he swore to himself.
He would never admit it to any other, but Vegeta was. Concerned as to where Goku, Gohan and Piccolo were now.
"YUMCHA!". Quite holding me so tight!" Screeched Bulma squirming against Yumcha's crushing Biceps, her ribs were becoming tender.
"Calm down, do you want me to drop you from up here" Yumcha answered in the same tone as Bulma.
She glanced down, realising how in fact high they were from the ground, she seised her complaints and tried to bare the rest on the journey.
The group were silent, and then Krillins voice rang out.
"Look you guys, its Korin's tower, were almost there" he called out to his rear, spotting the soaring pole that held the tower.
Tien and Chouzu spotted the pole, following it with their eyes they could only see cloud, they wondered how much farther it would be.
Reaching the long thin pole leading into the sky, they followed Krillin's lead, flying vertical, they felt the earth gravitational pull, trying to pull them down on the short journey to Korin's tower.
After a few moments Tien finally spotted the tower, he sighed in relief.
Krillin reached the towers balcony, seeing no one, he let himself in, turning to motion for the others to wait.
"Hello? Korin? Yajirobe? anyone home??" Krillin creped around cautiously stopping to inspect the area, he saw everything in the ordinary.
The sound of would impacting tile caught his attention, he looked around to see Korin entering up the staircase from the lower levels, the stout white cat approached Krillin.
"Hey Krillin, what brings you up here? haven't seen you in a while.." continued the cat his throaty speech unmistakable to anyone.
"Hey Korin, we got some trouble, something bad is going down, do you know if Kami is alright?" Krillin urged toward the bean keeper.
Korin rested his wooden staff against his shoulder a look of confusion crossed his face.
"Why Krillin, what's going on?" Inquired the cat.
Krillin sighed, Korin was stubborn and never into giving out information lightly.
"Ok, I have to give you a quite low down though, I don't have much time" Krillin said and began explaining Trunks, Frieza and then the disappearance of Goku, Gohan and Piccolo..
"So if Kami is still alive, that tells you that Piccolo still is. Right?" elaborated Korin after Krillin brief report on the events.
"You got it, now do you know if Kami is ok??" Krillin tone was becoming desperate.
Korin rubbed his furry chin.
"Sorry Krillin, but I don't have anything to do with those guys, you will have to go up there and check it out yourself" answered Krillin after a moment of taking everything he had been told in.
Krillin nodded understandingly.
"Thanks anyway Korin, ill get going" Krillin was about to turn when a flying object caught his eyes he turned around catching it in his palm.
"Take those, your probably gonna need em'" Exclaimed a voice.
Krillin looked at the object in his hand, it was a pouch, filled with life saving value, sense beans, he looked up and smiled.
"Thanks Yajirobe, strange for you to have such a heart" Teased Krillin, Yajirobe was never one to give out charitably.
"Shut Up, and get going before I decide to charge you for em'" The swordsman snapped, folding his arms against his chest.
Krillin chuckled.
"Great Thanks guys" Krillin waved then exited the tower to join the others who waited outside.
**
"Well? Does he know if Kami's alive?' Asked Yumcha still holding Bulma under his arm.
Krillin shook his head, adjusting the pouch of beans into his belt.
"He said he didn't know, we have to go up on out own" he reported, looking around at the group who were silent
"I say lets not waist anymore time, lets find out what we have to work with here" Suggested Tien.
They agreed once again ascending towards the heavens bound for the lookout where the guardian of earth, they hoped was still residing, alive and well.
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Quick flashes of lights surrounded him; he tightened his eyes lids in an effort to block them away, yet still they plagued his vision.
Piccolo had been out for only Kami knew how long; he regrettably was starting to feel the tole his body had taken in the form of pain.
He felt pain on the left side on his head, pain in his legs, pain in his arms, pain nothing but pain, even breathing was painful.
Resisting the pain he slowly creaked open his eyelids one after the other, even with his eyes exposed he still saw white sparks in front on his eyes, blocking his vision.
Quietly snarling and closed his eyes harder shaking his head to restore a normal state of sight.
Opening the them again he was satisfied to once again be able to see, he glanced at his surroundings, light was scarce, but that did not matter, surrounding him were walls, walls of sticks, tightly bound together by string.
Observing further, he would the walls; littered with tools, of a primitive nature, he spotted axes, ropes and unusual hand tools stored in pouched hanging from nails.
Turning his attention to himself he was covered by a skin blanket, he raised an eyebrow, averting toward himself he realised he was only downed in his gi pants, his top and waited clothing were absent, he looked up to the ceiling
*Where am I? * He asked himself, realising that was all he had asked himself from the moment he arrived.
The pain was still radiating through his entire body, making him lethargic, which he had never been his entire life.
"Damn this, im out of here" he exclaimed groggily.
Taking another glance around he spotted his weighted clothing, Turban and gi top pilled up in a corner, he came upon a door in one side of the rounded huts wall, he had found all he needed he started shifting his position to make for a discrete exit
He then heard rustling from just beyond the door he was watching, Piccolo re-shut his eyes, preparing as the footsteps came inside.
With his acute hearing he listened to the movements on what entered, the footsteps were soft against the dirt floor, he could hear several items being re-arranged around the area, the noise stopped.
Piccolos eyebrows knitted together, curiously, he barely opened one eyelid and glanced down at the slight movement on the ground, after recognising it he opened both eyes fully.
**
Carrying a range of different sized bowls; Asha padded her way across the village centre towards a hut, her small hands tightly grasping the oversized bottom bowl.
Reaching one of the huts she headed straight for a low wooden bench beneath the only window in the hut, placing each bowl down from largest to smallest, carefully she moved several items that were already scattered on the bench aside.
Clearing more room for the largest bottom bowl, turning to leave her jade eyes landed upon a strange article by her feet.
She quickly glanced toward the door to be sure she was alone, if discover in this hut for no legitimate reason, she could be punished severely by her father.
Satisfied she scrambled down onto her bare knees, gently, reaching her hand out she stroked the foreign fabric gingerly across its collar.
She smiled at how smooth it was, she never imagined clothing could be so wonderful, moving on her hand passed over the edge of the collar landing upon a harder area, she frowned, it was strange and she could not understand it, it looked and felt the same as the collar, but it was so much harder.
Loosing interest she moved on, beside it was another article; this was smaller, but just as bizarre to her with a colour unlike any she had ever seen, except for the occasional bird
Asha started to reach out to it with the same hand a small smile on her face, and then stopped, she felt something was not right.
Before she was able to take a guess, she felt a great force grasp the whole top of her skull, taking with it much of her long blond hair, the force menovered her to turn her entire body around, unable to struggle she froze looking into the eyes of the face staring back at her.
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Thankyou very much for reading and please review.
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A/N: Thankyou for the reviews of the last chapter.
Again sorry for the very long wait before updating this fic, I have a bad habit of being stuck in a rut with one fic at a time..
Hehe but here it is, the next chapter, I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 5: The search for answers begins.
Krillin flew out in front of the group a focused frown on his features, close behind Tien, Chouzu, Puar & Yumcha with Bulma holding on to his waist as he carried her firmly across the sky.
Off to the side was Vegeta, pondering what they had witnessed only moments earlier, a boy, a young boy capable of such a defeat, not only the distraction of Frieza but also the defeat of his father, the great kind cold.
*He was a child an oversized brat, how did he make super sayajin, its just not possible and more than that, where did he acquire the genes? * The question circled in his mind like vultures over a fresh kill, he was tire, tired of always being second and in this case third on the scale.
He would find a way to climb higher, he swore to himself.
He would never admit it to any other, but Vegeta was. Concerned as to where Goku, Gohan and Piccolo were now.
"YUMCHA!". Quite holding me so tight!" Screeched Bulma squirming against Yumcha's crushing Biceps, her ribs were becoming tender.
"Calm down, do you want me to drop you from up here" Yumcha answered in the same tone as Bulma.
She glanced down, realising how in fact high they were from the ground, she seised her complaints and tried to bare the rest on the journey.
The group were silent, and then Krillins voice rang out.
"Look you guys, its Korin's tower, were almost there" he called out to his rear, spotting the soaring pole that held the tower.
Tien and Chouzu spotted the pole, following it with their eyes they could only see cloud, they wondered how much farther it would be.
Reaching the long thin pole leading into the sky, they followed Krillin's lead, flying vertical, they felt the earth gravitational pull, trying to pull them down on the short journey to Korin's tower.
After a few moments Tien finally spotted the tower, he sighed in relief.
Krillin reached the towers balcony, seeing no one, he let himself in, turning to motion for the others to wait.
"Hello? Korin? Yajirobe? anyone home??" Krillin creped around cautiously stopping to inspect the area, he saw everything in the ordinary.
The sound of would impacting tile caught his attention, he looked around to see Korin entering up the staircase from the lower levels, the stout white cat approached Krillin.
"Hey Krillin, what brings you up here? haven't seen you in a while.." continued the cat his throaty speech unmistakable to anyone.
"Hey Korin, we got some trouble, something bad is going down, do you know if Kami is alright?" Krillin urged toward the bean keeper.
Korin rested his wooden staff against his shoulder a look of confusion crossed his face.
"Why Krillin, what's going on?" Inquired the cat.
Krillin sighed, Korin was stubborn and never into giving out information lightly.
"Ok, I have to give you a quite low down though, I don't have much time" Krillin said and began explaining Trunks, Frieza and then the disappearance of Goku, Gohan and Piccolo..
"So if Kami is still alive, that tells you that Piccolo still is. Right?" elaborated Korin after Krillin brief report on the events.
"You got it, now do you know if Kami is ok??" Krillin tone was becoming desperate.
Korin rubbed his furry chin.
"Sorry Krillin, but I don't have anything to do with those guys, you will have to go up there and check it out yourself" answered Krillin after a moment of taking everything he had been told in.
Krillin nodded understandingly.
"Thanks anyway Korin, ill get going" Krillin was about to turn when a flying object caught his eyes he turned around catching it in his palm.
"Take those, your probably gonna need em'" Exclaimed a voice.
Krillin looked at the object in his hand, it was a pouch, filled with life saving value, sense beans, he looked up and smiled.
"Thanks Yajirobe, strange for you to have such a heart" Teased Krillin, Yajirobe was never one to give out charitably.
"Shut Up, and get going before I decide to charge you for em'" The swordsman snapped, folding his arms against his chest.
Krillin chuckled.
"Great Thanks guys" Krillin waved then exited the tower to join the others who waited outside.
**
"Well? Does he know if Kami's alive?' Asked Yumcha still holding Bulma under his arm.
Krillin shook his head, adjusting the pouch of beans into his belt.
"He said he didn't know, we have to go up on out own" he reported, looking around at the group who were silent
"I say lets not waist anymore time, lets find out what we have to work with here" Suggested Tien.
They agreed once again ascending towards the heavens bound for the lookout where the guardian of earth, they hoped was still residing, alive and well.
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Quick flashes of lights surrounded him; he tightened his eyes lids in an effort to block them away, yet still they plagued his vision.
Piccolo had been out for only Kami knew how long; he regrettably was starting to feel the tole his body had taken in the form of pain.
He felt pain on the left side on his head, pain in his legs, pain in his arms, pain nothing but pain, even breathing was painful.
Resisting the pain he slowly creaked open his eyelids one after the other, even with his eyes exposed he still saw white sparks in front on his eyes, blocking his vision.
Quietly snarling and closed his eyes harder shaking his head to restore a normal state of sight.
Opening the them again he was satisfied to once again be able to see, he glanced at his surroundings, light was scarce, but that did not matter, surrounding him were walls, walls of sticks, tightly bound together by string.
Observing further, he would the walls; littered with tools, of a primitive nature, he spotted axes, ropes and unusual hand tools stored in pouched hanging from nails.
Turning his attention to himself he was covered by a skin blanket, he raised an eyebrow, averting toward himself he realised he was only downed in his gi pants, his top and waited clothing were absent, he looked up to the ceiling
*Where am I? * He asked himself, realising that was all he had asked himself from the moment he arrived.
The pain was still radiating through his entire body, making him lethargic, which he had never been his entire life.
"Damn this, im out of here" he exclaimed groggily.
Taking another glance around he spotted his weighted clothing, Turban and gi top pilled up in a corner, he came upon a door in one side of the rounded huts wall, he had found all he needed he started shifting his position to make for a discrete exit
He then heard rustling from just beyond the door he was watching, Piccolo re-shut his eyes, preparing as the footsteps came inside.
With his acute hearing he listened to the movements on what entered, the footsteps were soft against the dirt floor, he could hear several items being re-arranged around the area, the noise stopped.
Piccolos eyebrows knitted together, curiously, he barely opened one eyelid and glanced down at the slight movement on the ground, after recognising it he opened both eyes fully.
**
Carrying a range of different sized bowls; Asha padded her way across the village centre towards a hut, her small hands tightly grasping the oversized bottom bowl.
Reaching one of the huts she headed straight for a low wooden bench beneath the only window in the hut, placing each bowl down from largest to smallest, carefully she moved several items that were already scattered on the bench aside.
Clearing more room for the largest bottom bowl, turning to leave her jade eyes landed upon a strange article by her feet.
She quickly glanced toward the door to be sure she was alone, if discover in this hut for no legitimate reason, she could be punished severely by her father.
Satisfied she scrambled down onto her bare knees, gently, reaching her hand out she stroked the foreign fabric gingerly across its collar.
She smiled at how smooth it was, she never imagined clothing could be so wonderful, moving on her hand passed over the edge of the collar landing upon a harder area, she frowned, it was strange and she could not understand it, it looked and felt the same as the collar, but it was so much harder.
Loosing interest she moved on, beside it was another article; this was smaller, but just as bizarre to her with a colour unlike any she had ever seen, except for the occasional bird
Asha started to reach out to it with the same hand a small smile on her face, and then stopped, she felt something was not right.
Before she was able to take a guess, she felt a great force grasp the whole top of her skull, taking with it much of her long blond hair, the force menovered her to turn her entire body around, unable to struggle she froze looking into the eyes of the face staring back at her.
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Thankyou very much for reading and please review.