FOUNDATIONS: Terrestrial Fellowship
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A/N: Well thanks again for the reviews.. Moreover, please enjoy.
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Chapter 7: Attempts
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 manpowered her to turn her entire body around, unable to struggle she froze looking into the eyes of the face staring back at her.
His expression sour as he stared down at her, his lips curled into an expression of disgust. His medium length blond hair falling around his juvenile face and ears and slitted green eyes.
He squeezed the tips of his fingers more forcefully against Asha's cranium, she whimpered.
"What do you think your doing . sis?" Asked the boy not much older than Asha, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years of age.
Asha bit her bottom lip, looking at the ground; again, he curiosity had won over her good sense to obligation.
"I.. I" she began but her brother pulled her closed toward him shunting her words, staring into her cat like green eyes.
"You are in the deep end now little sister, father told you not to come in here, near that, that thing," He said in repulsion, pointing his finger toward the bed where the strange creature was accommodated.
"Its disgusting, and you come in here and are fantasised by its belongings" he said turning Asha's head toward the white weighted attire and turban that lay on the ground beside her, the white cape lying on the ground beneath her bent knees.
She again bit her lip, Husudu's grip on her long blond hair was tightening, it was getting harder and harder to resist the pain.
"Husudu stop it your hurting me" She said in a higher pitched voice, she started to struggle, twisting and turning to try and pry herself out of his grip.
"Not this time Asha, this time you are going to get what you deserve" He said turning her around he to face him, he sneered resentment in his eyes.
"Because of you, mother died, for that you will always be a disgrace to father and the rest of us" he spat, clenching his fist together, pulled it up preparing to strike the struggling young girl in his grasp.
Asha wanted to cry out aloud to call out for help, but it was true she was not permitted to be in the hut, she would be in trouble none the less, she started to whimper her hands firmly grasping those of her brothers that held on tightly to her hair.
Asha shut her eyes, a tear escaped falling freely down her cheek, then she felt the her bothers hand loosen and fall away from her, the sensation of blood flowing back into her head made her dizzy, she covered her head with her arms.
She was afraid to open her eyes yet, then there was sounds of bowls falling to the ground clanging against one another, she new they were the ones she had brought into the hut moments earlier.
She opened her eyes lowering her arms and looked toward the table, indeed the bowls had fallen to the ground, beside them was.. Husudu, laying on his stomach his eyes closed.
"Husudu?.. She mentioned in a whisper her mouth hanging ajar, then she hard movement, the shuffling of earth behind her, she swang around looking at the ground, there were feet standing before her.
She inhales a jagged verge of tears breath, looked straight up to look into a face, a green face. It was he. the creature standing before her in his strangely coloured pants looking down at her..
Piccolo stared down at the girl stone faced, glaring at the small form before his feet, she continued to stare up at him, her breathing shallow and her mouth ajar.
Asha did not move a muscle, ignoring the tickling sensation of drying tears on her face she looked up into his intimidating features, he was enormous even larger than her father.
Piccolo bent down his muscles still slobbering gup from the effect of the black secretion, his body moved stiff and rigidly, looking away from the small girl who continued to sit on his cape.
He reached down clutching a corner of the white fabric in his hand, removing it out from beneath Asha with a one swift tug, then picked up his weighted clothing and turban.
Asha moved back against the wall, watching as the seven-foot individual replacing his gi top and then the strange white attire, that she was examining earlier, he then placed his turban back upon his head.
Tucking his little antenna underneath the equally soft white fabric with his large green hand, complete with sharp ivory nails, the entire time not acknowledging her presents as she sat staring up at him in mixed awe and fear.
Piccolo looked out toward the village through the open doorway, he observed the area it looked fairly clear, but he would need to be cautious, he had no use of ki, flight was not an option, neither way blasting his way through.
Either way, whatever method he did chose, all he needed was to get to find Goku and Gohan, if they were still alive.
He stepped out taking cautious steps along the side of the building, his keen ears picking up every sound, including the one ones a few huts away, the sound was of men talking, he walked toward the hut.
Being sure no one was in sight, he stood crossing his arms over his chest and listened.
The majority of the conversation was humour based, jokes and tall tales to entertain one another, the legs of a chair scrapped along the hardened ground, someone has stood up from the table, Piccolo closed his eyes and listened.
The conversation had now turned to a serious one
""Friends, today has been a day of much discovery, the presents of the Jitu, they have once again visited out shores, the reason being I do not know, but I swear on the lives of your decedents that we will come to know. And drive them away again as he have in the past"
Preached an elderly man, with a long sandy blond beard standing before the group.
Piccolo heard several opinions from those still in their seats, until one stood up almost flinging the seat he was in across the hut, the tone in his voice told Piccolo that he was younger, a young man perhaps the same age as Yumcha, yet his voice was much more refined and deep.
The elder sat down to listen to the young mans plea.
"Have any of you considered that creature that was brought in, with his leaf coloured hide? Strange attire and menacing manner, he is nothing of this sphere, he could be a prime reason the Jitu have returned" He said standing up, his steps circles the inside of the hut as he made his way around the table of stone.
"Think, we find him in the forest, with no evidence of where he has come from, for all we know, he could be allied with the Jitu themselves and here to prepare us for their arrival" He shouted indicating with his hand in the direction of the Jitu territories through the thick hut wall.
The surrounding company grew quite, then the silence of consideration was broken when a few began to speak, slowly the gentle conversation became heated.
Some agreeing and some disagreeing the idea, then another stood from the table, forcefully slapped his hands upon the table to gather the attention of the heated men around him, the stone cups bouncing on the tabletop.
All were silent as they waited for Toren to speak.
"This is difficult to endeavour, to defeat the Jitu once was luck, to defeat them again will be a miracle, they increase their number easily, they are confident enough for only one of their race to be able to defeated us, you all know this"
He said leaning over the edge of the stone table, then stood taller, looking over toward the young man who stood apposite him,
"Rahani, you are right to fear the arrival of the Jitu but do you honestly think that with what I have just explained, they would need a reason to keep an alliance with a creature such as that? do you my son?" Asked Toren raising his eyebrow, his thick blond beard and blue eyes making him unique amongst the people, they all had green eyes.
Rahani, looked into the eyes of the others seated around the table, both young and aged men awaiting his opinion.
He looked back into the eyes of the man questioning him.
"No.. father" He said bowing his head, his shoulder length blond hair falling around his face, after a moment he stepped out toward the door and left the hut.
Piccolo tensed when the man left the hut, thankful that he chose to leave in the opposite direction.
Piccolo again leaned in closer to the wall, the men continued to converse after a moments silence, the conversation was again upon the problems at hand, then a new topic caught his attention.
"What about that other one we found? he had the appearance of one of us, but he is a certain foreigner, I have never seen hair such as what he had! Stated a man with a croaky voice.
*That could be Goku or Gohan* though Piccolo, hoping to learn more he continued to listen
Then a small poking in his shoulder, made him judder and turn his attention to what stood behind him.
Prepared to fight with all he had Piccolo swang around to face his attacker, he eyed a smooth wooden spear on the end, a crystal clear jagged spear head was allocated just beneath his Adams apple, he looked toward the one holding it as the breathed heavily arms as tense as a board . it was a young woman.
"What do you think you are doing, you have no place here?" she asked in a rasp voice, trying to seem intimidating, Piccolo did not buy it.
He ignored her question; about to brush past her, she stepped in front of him, staring up at him, her arms shaking steadily, she was afraid but refused to give up her grounds.
Piccolo stared her down; she was getting on his nerves, refusing to move.
"Out of my way girl" Piccolo growled low and menacingly, again she refused showing her courage eyeing him back in much the same manner.
He had enough.
Piccolo grasped her shoulders, lifting her into the air and attempting to place her back on the ground out of his path, she dropped the spear to the sound and screamed out load kicking her legs out.
Piccolo dropped her to the ground, and made his way past Leaving her in a frightened heap, she hadn't expected him to be unfazed by her spear, let alone lift her 3 feet from the ground, she continued to scream out for others of her kin, moments later huts started to vacate with men and woman to answer her calls.
Piccolo ran past the huts, his sensitive ears could hear the running steps of men as they exited the hut he had been eavesdropping on.
"Not this time" he though with a smile, his muscles were still very stiff.
As he passed the last house on the outside of the village he felt his body fall down toward the ground, and a great weight upon his back.
He growled, spinning around to attack his attacker, again he froze, standing over him was this time a man, in his grasp were a bow and arrow prepared to fire directly into Piccolos forehead, close to where he had been struck with the rock that set him unconscious.
Piccolo looked at the arrow tip the same crystal clear jaggedness as the spear this girl had in her hands moments earlier, only one major difference, the tip of the arrowhead was coated in something, a black secretion.
He knew it was the same substance that flowed from the tree, the ones that had paralysed him, he knew that if this man released his grip it would be Piccolos end. The paralysing fluid would kill him instantly.
"Going somewhere.Namek?" Sneered the man; his feet firmly planted on either side of Piccolos torso the arrowhead an inch away from its targets green flesh.
Piccolo recognized the voice and the face, it is the young man from when he first arrived that hit him with the rock, the one that left the hut after his opinion was denied, it was Rahani.
**************************************************************************** *********************** Thankyou all for reading. In addition, please review
If you would like to see what Asha and Rahani look like you can see them on my website and also learn a little more about them, the addy below will take you straight to them.
http://www.piccolosdragon.0catch.com/FOUNDATIONS%20Terrestrial%20Fellowship% 20Fanart.htm
See ya.!
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A/N: Well thanks again for the reviews.. Moreover, please enjoy.
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Chapter 7: Attempts
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 manpowered her to turn her entire body around, unable to struggle she froze looking into the eyes of the face staring back at her.
His expression sour as he stared down at her, his lips curled into an expression of disgust. His medium length blond hair falling around his juvenile face and ears and slitted green eyes.
He squeezed the tips of his fingers more forcefully against Asha's cranium, she whimpered.
"What do you think your doing . sis?" Asked the boy not much older than Asha, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years of age.
Asha bit her bottom lip, looking at the ground; again, he curiosity had won over her good sense to obligation.
"I.. I" she began but her brother pulled her closed toward him shunting her words, staring into her cat like green eyes.
"You are in the deep end now little sister, father told you not to come in here, near that, that thing," He said in repulsion, pointing his finger toward the bed where the strange creature was accommodated.
"Its disgusting, and you come in here and are fantasised by its belongings" he said turning Asha's head toward the white weighted attire and turban that lay on the ground beside her, the white cape lying on the ground beneath her bent knees.
She again bit her lip, Husudu's grip on her long blond hair was tightening, it was getting harder and harder to resist the pain.
"Husudu stop it your hurting me" She said in a higher pitched voice, she started to struggle, twisting and turning to try and pry herself out of his grip.
"Not this time Asha, this time you are going to get what you deserve" He said turning her around he to face him, he sneered resentment in his eyes.
"Because of you, mother died, for that you will always be a disgrace to father and the rest of us" he spat, clenching his fist together, pulled it up preparing to strike the struggling young girl in his grasp.
Asha wanted to cry out aloud to call out for help, but it was true she was not permitted to be in the hut, she would be in trouble none the less, she started to whimper her hands firmly grasping those of her brothers that held on tightly to her hair.
Asha shut her eyes, a tear escaped falling freely down her cheek, then she felt the her bothers hand loosen and fall away from her, the sensation of blood flowing back into her head made her dizzy, she covered her head with her arms.
She was afraid to open her eyes yet, then there was sounds of bowls falling to the ground clanging against one another, she new they were the ones she had brought into the hut moments earlier.
She opened her eyes lowering her arms and looked toward the table, indeed the bowls had fallen to the ground, beside them was.. Husudu, laying on his stomach his eyes closed.
"Husudu?.. She mentioned in a whisper her mouth hanging ajar, then she hard movement, the shuffling of earth behind her, she swang around looking at the ground, there were feet standing before her.
She inhales a jagged verge of tears breath, looked straight up to look into a face, a green face. It was he. the creature standing before her in his strangely coloured pants looking down at her..
Piccolo stared down at the girl stone faced, glaring at the small form before his feet, she continued to stare up at him, her breathing shallow and her mouth ajar.
Asha did not move a muscle, ignoring the tickling sensation of drying tears on her face she looked up into his intimidating features, he was enormous even larger than her father.
Piccolo bent down his muscles still slobbering gup from the effect of the black secretion, his body moved stiff and rigidly, looking away from the small girl who continued to sit on his cape.
He reached down clutching a corner of the white fabric in his hand, removing it out from beneath Asha with a one swift tug, then picked up his weighted clothing and turban.
Asha moved back against the wall, watching as the seven-foot individual replacing his gi top and then the strange white attire, that she was examining earlier, he then placed his turban back upon his head.
Tucking his little antenna underneath the equally soft white fabric with his large green hand, complete with sharp ivory nails, the entire time not acknowledging her presents as she sat staring up at him in mixed awe and fear.
Piccolo looked out toward the village through the open doorway, he observed the area it looked fairly clear, but he would need to be cautious, he had no use of ki, flight was not an option, neither way blasting his way through.
Either way, whatever method he did chose, all he needed was to get to find Goku and Gohan, if they were still alive.
He stepped out taking cautious steps along the side of the building, his keen ears picking up every sound, including the one ones a few huts away, the sound was of men talking, he walked toward the hut.
Being sure no one was in sight, he stood crossing his arms over his chest and listened.
The majority of the conversation was humour based, jokes and tall tales to entertain one another, the legs of a chair scrapped along the hardened ground, someone has stood up from the table, Piccolo closed his eyes and listened.
The conversation had now turned to a serious one
""Friends, today has been a day of much discovery, the presents of the Jitu, they have once again visited out shores, the reason being I do not know, but I swear on the lives of your decedents that we will come to know. And drive them away again as he have in the past"
Preached an elderly man, with a long sandy blond beard standing before the group.
Piccolo heard several opinions from those still in their seats, until one stood up almost flinging the seat he was in across the hut, the tone in his voice told Piccolo that he was younger, a young man perhaps the same age as Yumcha, yet his voice was much more refined and deep.
The elder sat down to listen to the young mans plea.
"Have any of you considered that creature that was brought in, with his leaf coloured hide? Strange attire and menacing manner, he is nothing of this sphere, he could be a prime reason the Jitu have returned" He said standing up, his steps circles the inside of the hut as he made his way around the table of stone.
"Think, we find him in the forest, with no evidence of where he has come from, for all we know, he could be allied with the Jitu themselves and here to prepare us for their arrival" He shouted indicating with his hand in the direction of the Jitu territories through the thick hut wall.
The surrounding company grew quite, then the silence of consideration was broken when a few began to speak, slowly the gentle conversation became heated.
Some agreeing and some disagreeing the idea, then another stood from the table, forcefully slapped his hands upon the table to gather the attention of the heated men around him, the stone cups bouncing on the tabletop.
All were silent as they waited for Toren to speak.
"This is difficult to endeavour, to defeat the Jitu once was luck, to defeat them again will be a miracle, they increase their number easily, they are confident enough for only one of their race to be able to defeated us, you all know this"
He said leaning over the edge of the stone table, then stood taller, looking over toward the young man who stood apposite him,
"Rahani, you are right to fear the arrival of the Jitu but do you honestly think that with what I have just explained, they would need a reason to keep an alliance with a creature such as that? do you my son?" Asked Toren raising his eyebrow, his thick blond beard and blue eyes making him unique amongst the people, they all had green eyes.
Rahani, looked into the eyes of the others seated around the table, both young and aged men awaiting his opinion.
He looked back into the eyes of the man questioning him.
"No.. father" He said bowing his head, his shoulder length blond hair falling around his face, after a moment he stepped out toward the door and left the hut.
Piccolo tensed when the man left the hut, thankful that he chose to leave in the opposite direction.
Piccolo again leaned in closer to the wall, the men continued to converse after a moments silence, the conversation was again upon the problems at hand, then a new topic caught his attention.
"What about that other one we found? he had the appearance of one of us, but he is a certain foreigner, I have never seen hair such as what he had! Stated a man with a croaky voice.
*That could be Goku or Gohan* though Piccolo, hoping to learn more he continued to listen
Then a small poking in his shoulder, made him judder and turn his attention to what stood behind him.
Prepared to fight with all he had Piccolo swang around to face his attacker, he eyed a smooth wooden spear on the end, a crystal clear jagged spear head was allocated just beneath his Adams apple, he looked toward the one holding it as the breathed heavily arms as tense as a board . it was a young woman.
"What do you think you are doing, you have no place here?" she asked in a rasp voice, trying to seem intimidating, Piccolo did not buy it.
He ignored her question; about to brush past her, she stepped in front of him, staring up at him, her arms shaking steadily, she was afraid but refused to give up her grounds.
Piccolo stared her down; she was getting on his nerves, refusing to move.
"Out of my way girl" Piccolo growled low and menacingly, again she refused showing her courage eyeing him back in much the same manner.
He had enough.
Piccolo grasped her shoulders, lifting her into the air and attempting to place her back on the ground out of his path, she dropped the spear to the sound and screamed out load kicking her legs out.
Piccolo dropped her to the ground, and made his way past Leaving her in a frightened heap, she hadn't expected him to be unfazed by her spear, let alone lift her 3 feet from the ground, she continued to scream out for others of her kin, moments later huts started to vacate with men and woman to answer her calls.
Piccolo ran past the huts, his sensitive ears could hear the running steps of men as they exited the hut he had been eavesdropping on.
"Not this time" he though with a smile, his muscles were still very stiff.
As he passed the last house on the outside of the village he felt his body fall down toward the ground, and a great weight upon his back.
He growled, spinning around to attack his attacker, again he froze, standing over him was this time a man, in his grasp were a bow and arrow prepared to fire directly into Piccolos forehead, close to where he had been struck with the rock that set him unconscious.
Piccolo looked at the arrow tip the same crystal clear jaggedness as the spear this girl had in her hands moments earlier, only one major difference, the tip of the arrowhead was coated in something, a black secretion.
He knew it was the same substance that flowed from the tree, the ones that had paralysed him, he knew that if this man released his grip it would be Piccolos end. The paralysing fluid would kill him instantly.
"Going somewhere.Namek?" Sneered the man; his feet firmly planted on either side of Piccolos torso the arrowhead an inch away from its targets green flesh.
Piccolo recognized the voice and the face, it is the young man from when he first arrived that hit him with the rock, the one that left the hut after his opinion was denied, it was Rahani.
**************************************************************************** *********************** Thankyou all for reading. In addition, please review
If you would like to see what Asha and Rahani look like you can see them on my website and also learn a little more about them, the addy below will take you straight to them.
http://www.piccolosdragon.0catch.com/FOUNDATIONS%20Terrestrial%20Fellowship% 20Fanart.htm
See ya.!