FOUNDATIONS: Terrestrial Fellowship
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Chapter 8: The Familiar
Goku was still waiting amongst the thick tree roots of an ancient tree where Gohan had left him, shifting the position of his legs several times whilst waited for his young sons return even though he didn't know where Gohan had gone.
The frustration of loosing his vision was agonising to the kind hearted sayajin his eyes were still stinging from the immeasurable brightness the light had shun into his eyes, so painful it was that tears and fluid were seeping from the corners of his tightly closed eyelids.
Creating an unbearable irritation on his skin around his eyes that he couldn't help but rub.
Goku noticed that Gohan seemed to be taking his time from his supposedly short trip, this worried Goku, something was indeed very wrong he could feel it bubbling inside his mind that something was out of order
Not sound was heard at first but that was soon shattered with Gohan's calls for help echoing through and around the trunks of the ancients trees that surrounded Goku.
Goku immediately tried to stand ignoring the pain he was feeling in both his body and heart.
"GOHAN!" He called loudly and desperately hoping to hear a response from his young son, then moments later for Goku the worst possible took place when the air once again filled with the eerie death silence signalling that his calling for his son had gone unheard.
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Long slimy invertebrates were beginning to crawl out from beneath the loose dirt and away from the tall namekian that was compacting them deeper into the ground.
"You thought you us could escape and return to your leaders didn't you, well let me tell you something green debris, that isn't going to happened when I am around to stop you" Rahani preached as he stood over Piccolos body, closing one eye Rahani began taunting Piccolo with his aim, aiming the tip of the arrow at Piccolos eyeball.
Piccolo watched this occurrence and responded his feelings by morphing his eyes into slits as if to say 'you are pathetic', just daring Rahani to go through with his taunts by taking action.
The archery experienced warrior smirked noticing Piccolos expression directed toward him.
"Do not find this intimidating huh Namek, at least you have some manhood to you which is saying allot for one of your race" Rahani remarked insultingly at Piccolo who seemed unfazed by the comment.
Rahani then started to step away from Piccolo pacing backward but without lowering his guard or crossbow, his reason for taking this action was three men from his village had arrived to take Piccolo back.
The three men stood on either side of Piccolo awaiting their instructions from Rahani.
"Get him up and bring him back to the camp with or without damage if necessary" Rahani commanded stepping back further, then releasing his firm grip off the feather decorated end of the arrow, twisting his wrist he placed the tough wooded arrow into the bag that carried the rest of his arrows that hung over his back.
The three men did as they were ordered by roughly gripping Piccolo beneath the armpits and swiftly dragging him up from the ground onto his feet. Piccolo growled at each of them as they each reached out for one of his limbs but did nothing to ware them off.
The strength of three men of the size such as this overpowered the namekian warrior easily due to his body still suffering from being paralysed earlier, now on his feet observed that he had a height advantage over the four men standing around him, he hoped it would serve him better in future.
Then something occurred to Piccolo about what Rahani had said to him.
"How the hell, would something like you know I was a Namek?" piccolo demanded in a vicious tone, trying to struggle from the grip of the trio that held him he felt captivity was the worst of predicaments for him, he wanted to know who these creatures were and what right they had to take away his freedom of roaming.
Rahani made no acknowledgment totally ignoring Piccolos question, keeping his back to the teeth baring Namekian he lead the way back toward the village down a longer but less ridged path.
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Back in the centre of the villages square, the villagers were trying to composing themselves and their loved ones after the sudden events that had moments earlier taken place; everyone was startled by the large green man trudging through the village trying to find an escape rout.
"Calm yourselves everyone the creature has been restrained and will not be a problem to anyone any longer!" Toren announced standing up high upon the stump of an ancient tree in the centre of the square trying to assure the frightened men and women of his village that they had nothing o fear.
He knew that at that moment Rahani had recaptured the creature and was on his way back to them, but now the Village leader had another matter to on his mind that needed to be taken care of.
Toren's face turned dark, lowering his hands after finishing his announcement to the people Toren looked out toward the crowd standing below and around him, he carefully scanned the faces for until he spotted who he was looking for cowering behind a ground of elders trying to stay out of sight.
Toren leapt to off the tree stump firmly in the dark dirt using his thick fur boots to cushion the impact, Walking his tall frame through his fellow villagers without removing his gaze from his target s they tried to conceal themselves further by darting out of sight as he gentle paused aside random men, women and children that he passed.
Reaching the individual he reached out grasping her rigidly around her bare forearm and pulling her along with him as he headed for his hut that lay on the outer side of the village, continuing to maynover gently past the villagers as they dispersing.
The young woman did not struggle from his grasp; instead, she followed along with her head bowed toward the ground watching as the various ground coverage passed by beneath them.
Toren soon reached his hut slapping the hanging animal hide that was the doorway aside; he pulled the girl inside roughly and then stood with his arms crossed over his chest, she stood before him not saying a word, instead the blond beauty continued to stare at the floor.
"What possessed you to play your ridiculous games this time Monimo? Toren questioned, the deep tone in his voice made Monimo's spine shiver from the coldness of it yet she did not answer him, refusing to even look at him.
Toren frowned, Monimo was still up to her old tricks of being defiant and insisting that she new her rights, rights of course that did not exist in their way of life.
Toren snorted through his nostrils.
"What was it this time Monimo?" Toren started circling Monimo.
"The rights on women? ...The freedom of being equals?... Don't fear what you don't understand?" Toren spat into the young woman's ear making her judder, yet she continued to ignore him but took the time to only raise her head and stare at the wall as he circled her, she quickly rubber her forearm of the pain from Toren's rough handling.
Toren bowed his head sighing in defeat knowing she would never change her mind about her actions, but this incident was much greater than any mere protest or rally.
Toren walked away to the open window that was build into the wall beside the door, his back to Monimo as he spoke in a much gentler tone.
"Monimo, you could have been injured severally today what will I have done if I had lost you, I have already lost enough to tragedy and I do not want to lose any more, what you did was foolish and uncalled for I wonder what would your mother have though of you after this!" He said to her, leaning the heels of his palms onto the rim of the makeshift windowsill.
Now Monimo could not contain the anger building up in her chest any longer.
"MY Mother would have been proud of me and she would have been proud to see her daughter rise above others and be strong for her fellow people, or is it that what you are afraid of that I am too much like her, father?" She uttered and questioned, walking up beside him as he continued to stare out the window.
Toren turned to Monimo swiftly grasping her shoulders and startling her, Toren had always been a man and father with a presents and always made you aware of it.
"Yes, that is exactly what I am afraid of because she had almost lost her life many times from her lack of obedience to tradition and rulings, only the birth of her children brought her sanity back." His heart was burning as he looked into the eyes of his eldest daughter; she looked so much like her mother so full of life and confidence in herself.
Monimo could see the way her father looked at her, it was the way he had always looked at her sense her mother had died reminding him of her whenever he looked into Monimo's eyes. As she looked back into her fathers unique coal blue eyes she placed her gently crafted hand over his sympathetically, her mothers death had impacted him so greatly.
"We are your children too father no matter what, please never forget that" She offered to her deeply hurting father, Without warning Toren pulled her close to him embracing her tightly against the furs covering his massive chest.
Monimo returned the tight embrace closing her eyes and resting her chin atop Toren's hefty shoulder, feeling as his beard rubbed against her cheek when he finally started to pull away.
They were both jittered from the moment when a crowd started to again gather outside causing quite a stir thought the large village.
Toren walked toward the window glancing out. "Rahani has returned with our escapee," he said as he watched his eldest son leading the band of guards who had recaptured the creature who had apparently not gotten very far.
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Outside, Piccolo was being dragged along by the three men, struggling from their grip had not worked so perhaps he could delay his capture, Piccolo defiantly dug his heels deeply into the ground hoping to slow them down, but it was of no consequence he was just not strong enough.
Finally they stopped in the centre of the village, Piccolo observed the many villagers that stood around him staring in fear and awe, females clutched their infants close to them and their men gave him deathful stares of disgust and hate.
An opening soon erupted in the crowd, stepping out was a man, tall and proud in his appearance it was then undeniable to Piccolo he was their leader.
Toren stopped, for a moment he took in Piccolos appearance.
"So you thought you could make an escape strange visitor, may I ask, what brought on your visit to us?" Toren inquired to Piccolo, coincidently turning his eye to the left he noticed his eldest son Rahani standing beside the Namekian.
Piccolo did not speak a work, instead he stared dead into Toren's eyes daring the man to ask another pointless question, because Piccolo did not have the answer these people were looking for being neither their friend or enemy.
Piccolo then bellowed over coughing when he was giving a deadly blow to his abdomen, When his head was lowered toward the ground he felt another fatal blow to the back of his neck sending his face into the dirt, the blow was chocking him.
"Did you not hear our leader you low crawl ring heap, why are you hear?" Rahani demanded holding his heavy boot down onto the back of Piccolos neck keeping his face against the soggy ground.
Toren saw this coming knowing his eldest sons ways of negotiation, immediately he stepped in pushing Rahani son off and away from Piccolo not tolerating this pointless battery.
"That was not called for, you will follow my judgment on matters such as these not your own." Toren his face only inches away from Rahani,
Rahani gave a single nod to his father, he turned and snarled at Piccolo before exiting away and disappearing into the thick crowd of villagers, they all watched his angry retreat with whispers and gossip.
Toren ordered the three men to lift Piccolo up back to his feet, Piccolo was on his feet as he spat out pieces of dirt and grass that had found its way into his mouth, and then Toren continued his interrogation.
"I will ask you again... Namekian is it?, what were you doing in the boundaries of our territory?" Toren asked walked away casually toward the crows, then he turned once again to face the Namekian as he awaited an answer from him, Piccolo who was still panting and spitting up grass did not offer a kind answer
" It. is. none of your.. BUSINESS" Piccolo struggles out with jagged breaths.
Toren nodded as if calm but in truth was greatly irritated by Piccolo hard headed nature, but it did not matter because he had faced enemies whom did not like cooperating before and lucky for him this time he had another strategy for making Piccolo talk.
"I see you do not want to give away your information easily, Well then if you are not willing to speak from gentle questioning perhaps this will tickle your mind into revealing what I want to know." Toren said in the cool collected manner.
The blue-eyed leader turned around looking toward a large hut that was off to the side on the city square, with his right hand he made a signal toward the guard that was posted outside to come forward.
The guard nodded to his leader, then mysteriously entered the hut and disappeared.
Piccolo was curious to what the leaders plans were, he also recognised him as being the one whom was the speaking in the hut along with other elders.
Whilst he awaited the guard to return from inside the hut he took a moment to observe the people again, by now blood was now flowing out from his lips dripping onto and tattering his ripped gi and weighted clothing.
All of the creatures were blond with green eyes like fields of zebra each almost undistinguishable from the next, as he scouted the crown he spotted one familiar face, it was the girl that had hindered his hasty retreat earlier on Piccolo eyeballed her with a clearly hateful gaze.
Monimo, noticed the Namekian's expression and eyed Piccolo back coldly; making it known that she indeed despised him as well for escaping her and making her look the fool, though Piccolo didn't know about that part.
They were both distracted when the guard finally exited the hut; the crown all stared at what was being dragged along the ground in front of the guards feet, being held up by the rope that bound his wrists behind his back.
Piccolos jaw dropped he could not believe what he saw, the figure was covered in wounds from head to toe, his clothing ripped and shredded, his hair tussled and full of suit, his face covered bruises and a swollen eye that hindered his vision.
The guard kicked the figure gently with his ankle, the figure gave a smalls shudder then finally raised his head with the little strength that remained in his entire body, he miraculously looked directly to Piccolo and with great effort managed a faint smirk.
Piccolo could only offer one word to what he saw and didn't decline to reveal it.
"Trunks?".
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Chapter 8: The Familiar
Goku was still waiting amongst the thick tree roots of an ancient tree where Gohan had left him, shifting the position of his legs several times whilst waited for his young sons return even though he didn't know where Gohan had gone.
The frustration of loosing his vision was agonising to the kind hearted sayajin his eyes were still stinging from the immeasurable brightness the light had shun into his eyes, so painful it was that tears and fluid were seeping from the corners of his tightly closed eyelids.
Creating an unbearable irritation on his skin around his eyes that he couldn't help but rub.
Goku noticed that Gohan seemed to be taking his time from his supposedly short trip, this worried Goku, something was indeed very wrong he could feel it bubbling inside his mind that something was out of order
Not sound was heard at first but that was soon shattered with Gohan's calls for help echoing through and around the trunks of the ancients trees that surrounded Goku.
Goku immediately tried to stand ignoring the pain he was feeling in both his body and heart.
"GOHAN!" He called loudly and desperately hoping to hear a response from his young son, then moments later for Goku the worst possible took place when the air once again filled with the eerie death silence signalling that his calling for his son had gone unheard.
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Long slimy invertebrates were beginning to crawl out from beneath the loose dirt and away from the tall namekian that was compacting them deeper into the ground.
"You thought you us could escape and return to your leaders didn't you, well let me tell you something green debris, that isn't going to happened when I am around to stop you" Rahani preached as he stood over Piccolos body, closing one eye Rahani began taunting Piccolo with his aim, aiming the tip of the arrow at Piccolos eyeball.
Piccolo watched this occurrence and responded his feelings by morphing his eyes into slits as if to say 'you are pathetic', just daring Rahani to go through with his taunts by taking action.
The archery experienced warrior smirked noticing Piccolos expression directed toward him.
"Do not find this intimidating huh Namek, at least you have some manhood to you which is saying allot for one of your race" Rahani remarked insultingly at Piccolo who seemed unfazed by the comment.
Rahani then started to step away from Piccolo pacing backward but without lowering his guard or crossbow, his reason for taking this action was three men from his village had arrived to take Piccolo back.
The three men stood on either side of Piccolo awaiting their instructions from Rahani.
"Get him up and bring him back to the camp with or without damage if necessary" Rahani commanded stepping back further, then releasing his firm grip off the feather decorated end of the arrow, twisting his wrist he placed the tough wooded arrow into the bag that carried the rest of his arrows that hung over his back.
The three men did as they were ordered by roughly gripping Piccolo beneath the armpits and swiftly dragging him up from the ground onto his feet. Piccolo growled at each of them as they each reached out for one of his limbs but did nothing to ware them off.
The strength of three men of the size such as this overpowered the namekian warrior easily due to his body still suffering from being paralysed earlier, now on his feet observed that he had a height advantage over the four men standing around him, he hoped it would serve him better in future.
Then something occurred to Piccolo about what Rahani had said to him.
"How the hell, would something like you know I was a Namek?" piccolo demanded in a vicious tone, trying to struggle from the grip of the trio that held him he felt captivity was the worst of predicaments for him, he wanted to know who these creatures were and what right they had to take away his freedom of roaming.
Rahani made no acknowledgment totally ignoring Piccolos question, keeping his back to the teeth baring Namekian he lead the way back toward the village down a longer but less ridged path.
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Back in the centre of the villages square, the villagers were trying to composing themselves and their loved ones after the sudden events that had moments earlier taken place; everyone was startled by the large green man trudging through the village trying to find an escape rout.
"Calm yourselves everyone the creature has been restrained and will not be a problem to anyone any longer!" Toren announced standing up high upon the stump of an ancient tree in the centre of the square trying to assure the frightened men and women of his village that they had nothing o fear.
He knew that at that moment Rahani had recaptured the creature and was on his way back to them, but now the Village leader had another matter to on his mind that needed to be taken care of.
Toren's face turned dark, lowering his hands after finishing his announcement to the people Toren looked out toward the crowd standing below and around him, he carefully scanned the faces for until he spotted who he was looking for cowering behind a ground of elders trying to stay out of sight.
Toren leapt to off the tree stump firmly in the dark dirt using his thick fur boots to cushion the impact, Walking his tall frame through his fellow villagers without removing his gaze from his target s they tried to conceal themselves further by darting out of sight as he gentle paused aside random men, women and children that he passed.
Reaching the individual he reached out grasping her rigidly around her bare forearm and pulling her along with him as he headed for his hut that lay on the outer side of the village, continuing to maynover gently past the villagers as they dispersing.
The young woman did not struggle from his grasp; instead, she followed along with her head bowed toward the ground watching as the various ground coverage passed by beneath them.
Toren soon reached his hut slapping the hanging animal hide that was the doorway aside; he pulled the girl inside roughly and then stood with his arms crossed over his chest, she stood before him not saying a word, instead the blond beauty continued to stare at the floor.
"What possessed you to play your ridiculous games this time Monimo? Toren questioned, the deep tone in his voice made Monimo's spine shiver from the coldness of it yet she did not answer him, refusing to even look at him.
Toren frowned, Monimo was still up to her old tricks of being defiant and insisting that she new her rights, rights of course that did not exist in their way of life.
Toren snorted through his nostrils.
"What was it this time Monimo?" Toren started circling Monimo.
"The rights on women? ...The freedom of being equals?... Don't fear what you don't understand?" Toren spat into the young woman's ear making her judder, yet she continued to ignore him but took the time to only raise her head and stare at the wall as he circled her, she quickly rubber her forearm of the pain from Toren's rough handling.
Toren bowed his head sighing in defeat knowing she would never change her mind about her actions, but this incident was much greater than any mere protest or rally.
Toren walked away to the open window that was build into the wall beside the door, his back to Monimo as he spoke in a much gentler tone.
"Monimo, you could have been injured severally today what will I have done if I had lost you, I have already lost enough to tragedy and I do not want to lose any more, what you did was foolish and uncalled for I wonder what would your mother have though of you after this!" He said to her, leaning the heels of his palms onto the rim of the makeshift windowsill.
Now Monimo could not contain the anger building up in her chest any longer.
"MY Mother would have been proud of me and she would have been proud to see her daughter rise above others and be strong for her fellow people, or is it that what you are afraid of that I am too much like her, father?" She uttered and questioned, walking up beside him as he continued to stare out the window.
Toren turned to Monimo swiftly grasping her shoulders and startling her, Toren had always been a man and father with a presents and always made you aware of it.
"Yes, that is exactly what I am afraid of because she had almost lost her life many times from her lack of obedience to tradition and rulings, only the birth of her children brought her sanity back." His heart was burning as he looked into the eyes of his eldest daughter; she looked so much like her mother so full of life and confidence in herself.
Monimo could see the way her father looked at her, it was the way he had always looked at her sense her mother had died reminding him of her whenever he looked into Monimo's eyes. As she looked back into her fathers unique coal blue eyes she placed her gently crafted hand over his sympathetically, her mothers death had impacted him so greatly.
"We are your children too father no matter what, please never forget that" She offered to her deeply hurting father, Without warning Toren pulled her close to him embracing her tightly against the furs covering his massive chest.
Monimo returned the tight embrace closing her eyes and resting her chin atop Toren's hefty shoulder, feeling as his beard rubbed against her cheek when he finally started to pull away.
They were both jittered from the moment when a crowd started to again gather outside causing quite a stir thought the large village.
Toren walked toward the window glancing out. "Rahani has returned with our escapee," he said as he watched his eldest son leading the band of guards who had recaptured the creature who had apparently not gotten very far.
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Outside, Piccolo was being dragged along by the three men, struggling from their grip had not worked so perhaps he could delay his capture, Piccolo defiantly dug his heels deeply into the ground hoping to slow them down, but it was of no consequence he was just not strong enough.
Finally they stopped in the centre of the village, Piccolo observed the many villagers that stood around him staring in fear and awe, females clutched their infants close to them and their men gave him deathful stares of disgust and hate.
An opening soon erupted in the crowd, stepping out was a man, tall and proud in his appearance it was then undeniable to Piccolo he was their leader.
Toren stopped, for a moment he took in Piccolos appearance.
"So you thought you could make an escape strange visitor, may I ask, what brought on your visit to us?" Toren inquired to Piccolo, coincidently turning his eye to the left he noticed his eldest son Rahani standing beside the Namekian.
Piccolo did not speak a work, instead he stared dead into Toren's eyes daring the man to ask another pointless question, because Piccolo did not have the answer these people were looking for being neither their friend or enemy.
Piccolo then bellowed over coughing when he was giving a deadly blow to his abdomen, When his head was lowered toward the ground he felt another fatal blow to the back of his neck sending his face into the dirt, the blow was chocking him.
"Did you not hear our leader you low crawl ring heap, why are you hear?" Rahani demanded holding his heavy boot down onto the back of Piccolos neck keeping his face against the soggy ground.
Toren saw this coming knowing his eldest sons ways of negotiation, immediately he stepped in pushing Rahani son off and away from Piccolo not tolerating this pointless battery.
"That was not called for, you will follow my judgment on matters such as these not your own." Toren his face only inches away from Rahani,
Rahani gave a single nod to his father, he turned and snarled at Piccolo before exiting away and disappearing into the thick crowd of villagers, they all watched his angry retreat with whispers and gossip.
Toren ordered the three men to lift Piccolo up back to his feet, Piccolo was on his feet as he spat out pieces of dirt and grass that had found its way into his mouth, and then Toren continued his interrogation.
"I will ask you again... Namekian is it?, what were you doing in the boundaries of our territory?" Toren asked walked away casually toward the crows, then he turned once again to face the Namekian as he awaited an answer from him, Piccolo who was still panting and spitting up grass did not offer a kind answer
" It. is. none of your.. BUSINESS" Piccolo struggles out with jagged breaths.
Toren nodded as if calm but in truth was greatly irritated by Piccolo hard headed nature, but it did not matter because he had faced enemies whom did not like cooperating before and lucky for him this time he had another strategy for making Piccolo talk.
"I see you do not want to give away your information easily, Well then if you are not willing to speak from gentle questioning perhaps this will tickle your mind into revealing what I want to know." Toren said in the cool collected manner.
The blue-eyed leader turned around looking toward a large hut that was off to the side on the city square, with his right hand he made a signal toward the guard that was posted outside to come forward.
The guard nodded to his leader, then mysteriously entered the hut and disappeared.
Piccolo was curious to what the leaders plans were, he also recognised him as being the one whom was the speaking in the hut along with other elders.
Whilst he awaited the guard to return from inside the hut he took a moment to observe the people again, by now blood was now flowing out from his lips dripping onto and tattering his ripped gi and weighted clothing.
All of the creatures were blond with green eyes like fields of zebra each almost undistinguishable from the next, as he scouted the crown he spotted one familiar face, it was the girl that had hindered his hasty retreat earlier on Piccolo eyeballed her with a clearly hateful gaze.
Monimo, noticed the Namekian's expression and eyed Piccolo back coldly; making it known that she indeed despised him as well for escaping her and making her look the fool, though Piccolo didn't know about that part.
They were both distracted when the guard finally exited the hut; the crown all stared at what was being dragged along the ground in front of the guards feet, being held up by the rope that bound his wrists behind his back.
Piccolos jaw dropped he could not believe what he saw, the figure was covered in wounds from head to toe, his clothing ripped and shredded, his hair tussled and full of suit, his face covered bruises and a swollen eye that hindered his vision.
The guard kicked the figure gently with his ankle, the figure gave a smalls shudder then finally raised his head with the little strength that remained in his entire body, he miraculously looked directly to Piccolo and with great effort managed a faint smirk.
Piccolo could only offer one word to what he saw and didn't decline to reveal it.
"Trunks?".
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