Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. All DBZ characters belong to Akira Toriyama. Darkreign & Evangel created this story, and I am posting it up for them. They have decided to not continue this story, but Darkreign has given me
permission to finish it for him. And for all you people who keep bothering me about it, don't worry! I plan and getting the rest of the chapters up and I WILL, so don't think that I'm gonna stop after what Darkreign and Evangel did. They were the ones to who inspired me to write in the first place!
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"Sayonara, Good-Bye" (A New Beginning)
Chapter Five
Two figures stood in the ring of the Arena, carefully looking at each other.
The tension was palpable in the air as the two warriors sized each other up.
Everyone was silent as they watched and waited. Suddenly both blurred and the battle began. The onlookers were soon
impressed by both the fighters' speed and skill.
Trunks charged at Kokoro with great speed. Kokoro moved, but caught the
punch in the shoulder. Trunks then used his knee and kicked his stomach, which caused Kokoro to double over. Trunks waited for him to straighten up before attacking again. Kokoro stood up straight and spoke, in a voice which identified that he was in pain.
"Y-you will pay for that...," Kokoro winced.
"Trunks must have had pretty good training," Shin mused. "You're going to
have one hell of a fight on your hands, Teppo."
"Hmph," the other warrior responded as he concentrated on the skirmish going on.
"Of course he's good," Jeiron grinned. "He survived sparring with Bandeku!"
The group turned their attention back to the fight.
Trunks' and Kokoro's forearms contacted in a shattering blow as they tested
their respective opponent. They struggled against each other in an attempt to
push the other out of balance. Kokoro then blurred quickly; Trunks almost didn't
see him. He did, though, and predicted that his adversary would appear behind
him, so he swung around and kicked, hard. His guess was right; his foot connected with Kokoro's face. A barrage of kicks and punches followed an instant
later. The two suddenly broke off from their attacks and landed some distance
away.
"Not bad for an asshole," Trunks grinned cruelly.
"I wasn't even using all my power," Kokoro smirked as blood trickled down
his lip. "Neither was I." In a wave of chipped tiles they launched at each other
again and continued kicking and punching the living crap out of each other. It
became repetitive....until they started using ki blasts. Soon the Arena was
smoking as a result of the energy attacks.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" an authorative voice shouted loudly. Both combatants
halted in mid-air to behold a very angry Bandeku. Next to the severely frowning man was someone else, someone naturally imposing. He was taller then the old warrior, maybe even taller than Jeiron. He wore regal armor and a scowl that seemed stamped on his face. Kokoro and the others reflexively kneeled, leaving Trunks hanging in the air.
"Didn't I tell you not to fight?" Bandeku began his tirade of words.
"Shimatta, Trunks. I thought you had better sense."
"So this is the one you spoke of," the stranger said as he gave Trunks a cool gaze from where he stood.
[Well duh,] Trunks thought sarcastically. [I don't see any other purple-haired Saiyajin around.]
"I am Zanko," the aloof man unnecessarily introduced himself.
"I assume you already know my name," Trunks nodded.
"Yes," Zanko answered. "You are Trunks, and you came from Chikyuusei." The
Demi-Saiyan silently regarded his 'superior' as he dramatically descended from
the sky. The rest were still in their kneeled position.
"You may have been raised by Humans, but you are among the Saiyajins now,"
Zanko spoke.
"I am aware of that," Trunks replied dryly.
"Otousan," Kokoro said. "We were in a middle of a fight. Can't this go on
later?"
[That's his father!?!] Trunks thought incrediously.
"You never knew when to keep your mouth shut," Zanko coldly replied to his
son. "I've been too lenient, letting you hang around these low-class fools."
"Who am I suppose to be with?" Kokoro got up in a fury. "The other noble
sons of Vegeta-ou's court? But that's impossible." he sneered, "They're all dead on Vegetasei!"
"Che," Zanko snorted. Ignoring both of them, the leader of the Saiyajin left the arena. "What's riding him?" Trunks asked no one in particular.
"Nobody is straddling him," a confused female voice responded unexpectedly.
Startled, Trunks turned around, and his gaze fell upon a beautiful girl standing in Kokoro's group.
"Kinu, I didn't know you were here!" Kokoro said excitedly. He quickly
stepped off the ring to stand in front of the girl.
"Who's he?" she pointed at Trunks.
"No one," Kokoro didn't even look at him.
"Brat," Bandeku grabbed Trunks' attention.
"Why did you disobey me?"
"Sumimasen," Trunks looked straight at him.
"I guess it's the Saiyajin blood in me."
"He has a point," Teppo walked up to the duo. "Now it's my turn to fight."
"No more fighting for today," Bandeku commanded strictly.
"You may have ordered me in the past, Bandeku, but you are no longer my
squad leader..."
"Enough," Trunks interfered. "We'll spar another time. Anyway, I'm not going anywhere, and I want to see the rest of the colony."
"You're pretty bossy for a new comer. Who are you to direct me?"
Teppo challenged Trunks. Bandeku was about to reply but stopped when Trunks shook his head.
"The brat's right," Jeiron cut in. "I could go for a drink."
"Fine," Teppo growled, but Trunks could see a faint twinkle in the man's eyes.
"Wait a minute," Kokoro snarled. "We haven't finished fighting yet!"
"Yes we have," Trunks answered coolly. "You stepped out of the ring so that
means I win. But if you want another re-match I'm easy enough to find. Ja ne!" And with a taunting grin, he flew into the sky with Bandeku and the squad close behind.
"You're pretty cocky, do you know that?" Jeiron grinned broadly at Trunks.
"Too much like Teppo," Zeri agreed. "It's going to get you in trouble."
"Who was that girl?" Trunks paid no mind to the remarks.
"If I'm not mistaken, that was Kinu, the only daughter of Zaisan. He is a distinguished warrior and his intent is plain. Zaisan intends for Kinu to mate with Kokoro, the only suitable match because that boy is of the noble blood," Shin explained.
"So you better reign in those pants," Teppo added in. Trunks just laughed
aloud and flew faster. All but Bandeku wore confused expressions on their faces. The hermit just chuckled internally and blasted off to catch up with his prince.
* * * *
"What in hell is this!?!" Trunks peered suspiciously at a glass filled with
an amber liquid.
"Oh it's just a little concoction we found on a planet we destroyed," Shin
explained. "Try it."
The group was currently sitting around a wooden table in a popular tavern near
the Arena. The other patrons had eyed him when he came in, but they eventually got back to getting drunk. Trunks looked at his new found 'comrades' and found all of them drinking, even Bandeku.
[What the heck,] Trunks thought to himself. [I might as well join in.]
Taking a deep breath, Trunks took the glass and swallowed a mouthful of the drink. He could feel it running down his throat and land in his stomach with a sickening plop. [Oh shit...] A fire seem to run up from his belly to his head, making everything painfully cloudy. Tears welled in his blue
eyes, but he forced them back. [Can't break now......]
"Hey Trunks," Teppo exclaimed, "I suppose you can handle this drink." He
ended his statement with a huge whack to Trunks' back. The Demi-Saiyan's concentration was broken, and his carefully kept neutral face contorted as he began coughing. His face turned red as the full effects of the brew hit him like a fist.
"I take that back!" Teppo guffawed as he and the rest broke into loud laughter.
"Ahhh...." Trunks forced himself to take deep breathes. While his drinking
partners still chuckled at him, he discovered that the drink wasn't too bad
after the initial shock. The scorching flames had subsided into a pleasant
warmth and eased his jangled nerves. Actually for the first time in many months,
he felt content. "Hey," he called the others' attention, "how come you guys
didn't react like me?"
"The first one is always the worst," Jeiron explained. "As you drink more
you get used to it. So hurry up and finish up or else there won't be anymore
left." Trunks reluctantly did so and found the older Saiyajin's words to be
true. After the third cup the pale warrior began to forget his troubles for the
moment and allowed himself to enjoy some 'male bonding'.
"You know Teppo," Trunks semi-slurred to the man sitting across from him,
"I'm gonna kick the living shit out of ya. And ya know why? Cuz you suck." The
squad chortled at Trunks' insult and speech impediment.
"Ye wish, you jack-ass mutt," Teppo replied with a red nose as the 'beer'
worked its intoxicating spell. "Let's go right now."
"If you want to fight, do it in the Arena," the bartender growled menacingly.
"I got enough problems without you jerks messing up the place."
"Make us!" Teppo retorted. The burly bartender quickly answered the drunken
challenged and soon the tavern was in chaos. Patrons, willing or not, were drawn to the skirmish which turned into a free-for-all. In the end however, Trunks and his new friends were victorious.
"Most enjoyable," Zeri tapped a boot into the unconscious bartender's side.
"It's the only way to end a day!" Teppo gave a V-sign but failed to notice that he used the wrong fingers.
"How 'bout more of tha' stuff?" Trunks suggested. "Fightin' has made me
thirsty 'gain."
"Tomorrow," Bandeku stiffly said. "I think it's time we head back home."
"Don't be ridiculous," Trunks snapped. " I'm the Prince and I command we
stay. Just one more cup and..." He never finished his sentence as his eyes rolled in its sockets and he fell into a fitful slumber.
"What did he say?" Shin raised an eyebrow.
"Don't pay any attention," Bandeku muttered as he stooped to pick his
'Prince' up. "He just had too much Lomakjin ale."
"Going already?" Teppo turned his intoxicated face to his ex-commander.
"Visit tomorrow if you want," Bandeku shouldered his load. "Maybe you can
beat him back to consciousness if he hasn't awaken by the time you arrive."
"Sure thing boss," Teppo grinned insolently. Shaking his head, Bandeku
exited the tavern and started the journey home.
* * * *
"I feel like shit right now," Trunks muttered, as he placed his head in his hands.
"You look like it too," Bandeku bluntly told his charge.
"What was I thinking?" the other man disregarded the words. "I'm never going to do that again!"
[They'll get you to do it somehow, royal brat!!!] Bandeku talked to
himself. [And lucky me, I get to drag your heavy butt across the mountains.]
"Oh, thanks for bringing me back," Trunks said as if reading his mind. "I
really appreciate it."
"It's my duty," Bandeku reminded him.
"Hey, Trunks!" Teppo's loud voice suddenly filtered through the door.
"Let's spar today. You need to sweat out all that ale out of your system." With
their senses, the two felt the squad rapidly nearing their abode.
"Dammit!" Trunks scowled as the sounds amplified in his head. His hearing
was sensitive today and the rambunctious man's shouting made his head hurt more.
"Tell him I died or something," Trunks told Bandeku as he got unsteadily on
his feet. "I'm going somewhere to suffer in slience and I want no one to disturb
me. Understood?"
"Yes, Trunks-sama," Bandeku gave a half-hearted salute.
[He reminds me so much like Vegeta-ou right now. Let's hope his rule will
be more prosperous,] Bandeku thought.
With amusement, Bandeku watched the Heir to the Saiyajin throne clamber out
a window and escape.
Trunks didn't know how long he walked, but he didn't fly so the others
wouldn't discover his location. Finally arriving at a babbling brook, Trunks let
himself drop to the ground with a groan and lay down on the ferns and grass.
The hangover was worse then when he first sipped the Lomakjin ale. It left
him in a dizzied and sour state. And it left him too much time to think about
his problems.
[You baka yaro,] he scolded himself. [What were you doing drinking so much?
Okaasan would have been disappointed.....] His frown turned into a deep scowl as the painful memory resurfaced.
"Mama, what are we having for dinner?" a young Trunks asked his mother as
they walked along a dark street.
"I don't know yet," she smiled at him. "I have to check the supplies."
"Hey lady," a menacing voice called from the shadows. "Spare a guy a buck."
A dirty man staggered into the light of a street lamp as he came towards them.
"Okaasan....," Trunks gripped her jacket.
"I'm sorry, sir," Bulma never showed her fear. "I don't have any money."
"Well there are other ways to help a guy out....."
Trunks couldn't help but shudder at the thought. Even though the guy had
escaped unscathed due to an appearance from Gohan, it still left an impression
on the young mind.
[I was like that person back then,] Trunks thought guiltily to himself. [I
was alone and desperate so I drank to forget my troubles. How dishonorable of me.] Getting up, he dusted himself off.
[I think I will fight Teppo,] Trunks mused. [I need to get back at somebody...anybody actually!] Mind made up despite the nausea, Trunks made his way back to his new home.
If he had been better, maybe he would have noticed a mysterious figure
hiding in some nearby bushes. Waiting a few minutes for the lavender-haired boy
to get far enough, the person left the hiding place and followed.
End of Chapter 5.
permission to finish it for him. And for all you people who keep bothering me about it, don't worry! I plan and getting the rest of the chapters up and I WILL, so don't think that I'm gonna stop after what Darkreign and Evangel did. They were the ones to who inspired me to write in the first place!
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"Sayonara, Good-Bye" (A New Beginning)
Chapter Five
Two figures stood in the ring of the Arena, carefully looking at each other.
The tension was palpable in the air as the two warriors sized each other up.
Everyone was silent as they watched and waited. Suddenly both blurred and the battle began. The onlookers were soon
impressed by both the fighters' speed and skill.
Trunks charged at Kokoro with great speed. Kokoro moved, but caught the
punch in the shoulder. Trunks then used his knee and kicked his stomach, which caused Kokoro to double over. Trunks waited for him to straighten up before attacking again. Kokoro stood up straight and spoke, in a voice which identified that he was in pain.
"Y-you will pay for that...," Kokoro winced.
"Trunks must have had pretty good training," Shin mused. "You're going to
have one hell of a fight on your hands, Teppo."
"Hmph," the other warrior responded as he concentrated on the skirmish going on.
"Of course he's good," Jeiron grinned. "He survived sparring with Bandeku!"
The group turned their attention back to the fight.
Trunks' and Kokoro's forearms contacted in a shattering blow as they tested
their respective opponent. They struggled against each other in an attempt to
push the other out of balance. Kokoro then blurred quickly; Trunks almost didn't
see him. He did, though, and predicted that his adversary would appear behind
him, so he swung around and kicked, hard. His guess was right; his foot connected with Kokoro's face. A barrage of kicks and punches followed an instant
later. The two suddenly broke off from their attacks and landed some distance
away.
"Not bad for an asshole," Trunks grinned cruelly.
"I wasn't even using all my power," Kokoro smirked as blood trickled down
his lip. "Neither was I." In a wave of chipped tiles they launched at each other
again and continued kicking and punching the living crap out of each other. It
became repetitive....until they started using ki blasts. Soon the Arena was
smoking as a result of the energy attacks.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" an authorative voice shouted loudly. Both combatants
halted in mid-air to behold a very angry Bandeku. Next to the severely frowning man was someone else, someone naturally imposing. He was taller then the old warrior, maybe even taller than Jeiron. He wore regal armor and a scowl that seemed stamped on his face. Kokoro and the others reflexively kneeled, leaving Trunks hanging in the air.
"Didn't I tell you not to fight?" Bandeku began his tirade of words.
"Shimatta, Trunks. I thought you had better sense."
"So this is the one you spoke of," the stranger said as he gave Trunks a cool gaze from where he stood.
[Well duh,] Trunks thought sarcastically. [I don't see any other purple-haired Saiyajin around.]
"I am Zanko," the aloof man unnecessarily introduced himself.
"I assume you already know my name," Trunks nodded.
"Yes," Zanko answered. "You are Trunks, and you came from Chikyuusei." The
Demi-Saiyan silently regarded his 'superior' as he dramatically descended from
the sky. The rest were still in their kneeled position.
"You may have been raised by Humans, but you are among the Saiyajins now,"
Zanko spoke.
"I am aware of that," Trunks replied dryly.
"Otousan," Kokoro said. "We were in a middle of a fight. Can't this go on
later?"
[That's his father!?!] Trunks thought incrediously.
"You never knew when to keep your mouth shut," Zanko coldly replied to his
son. "I've been too lenient, letting you hang around these low-class fools."
"Who am I suppose to be with?" Kokoro got up in a fury. "The other noble
sons of Vegeta-ou's court? But that's impossible." he sneered, "They're all dead on Vegetasei!"
"Che," Zanko snorted. Ignoring both of them, the leader of the Saiyajin left the arena. "What's riding him?" Trunks asked no one in particular.
"Nobody is straddling him," a confused female voice responded unexpectedly.
Startled, Trunks turned around, and his gaze fell upon a beautiful girl standing in Kokoro's group.
"Kinu, I didn't know you were here!" Kokoro said excitedly. He quickly
stepped off the ring to stand in front of the girl.
"Who's he?" she pointed at Trunks.
"No one," Kokoro didn't even look at him.
"Brat," Bandeku grabbed Trunks' attention.
"Why did you disobey me?"
"Sumimasen," Trunks looked straight at him.
"I guess it's the Saiyajin blood in me."
"He has a point," Teppo walked up to the duo. "Now it's my turn to fight."
"No more fighting for today," Bandeku commanded strictly.
"You may have ordered me in the past, Bandeku, but you are no longer my
squad leader..."
"Enough," Trunks interfered. "We'll spar another time. Anyway, I'm not going anywhere, and I want to see the rest of the colony."
"You're pretty bossy for a new comer. Who are you to direct me?"
Teppo challenged Trunks. Bandeku was about to reply but stopped when Trunks shook his head.
"The brat's right," Jeiron cut in. "I could go for a drink."
"Fine," Teppo growled, but Trunks could see a faint twinkle in the man's eyes.
"Wait a minute," Kokoro snarled. "We haven't finished fighting yet!"
"Yes we have," Trunks answered coolly. "You stepped out of the ring so that
means I win. But if you want another re-match I'm easy enough to find. Ja ne!" And with a taunting grin, he flew into the sky with Bandeku and the squad close behind.
"You're pretty cocky, do you know that?" Jeiron grinned broadly at Trunks.
"Too much like Teppo," Zeri agreed. "It's going to get you in trouble."
"Who was that girl?" Trunks paid no mind to the remarks.
"If I'm not mistaken, that was Kinu, the only daughter of Zaisan. He is a distinguished warrior and his intent is plain. Zaisan intends for Kinu to mate with Kokoro, the only suitable match because that boy is of the noble blood," Shin explained.
"So you better reign in those pants," Teppo added in. Trunks just laughed
aloud and flew faster. All but Bandeku wore confused expressions on their faces. The hermit just chuckled internally and blasted off to catch up with his prince.
* * * *
"What in hell is this!?!" Trunks peered suspiciously at a glass filled with
an amber liquid.
"Oh it's just a little concoction we found on a planet we destroyed," Shin
explained. "Try it."
The group was currently sitting around a wooden table in a popular tavern near
the Arena. The other patrons had eyed him when he came in, but they eventually got back to getting drunk. Trunks looked at his new found 'comrades' and found all of them drinking, even Bandeku.
[What the heck,] Trunks thought to himself. [I might as well join in.]
Taking a deep breath, Trunks took the glass and swallowed a mouthful of the drink. He could feel it running down his throat and land in his stomach with a sickening plop. [Oh shit...] A fire seem to run up from his belly to his head, making everything painfully cloudy. Tears welled in his blue
eyes, but he forced them back. [Can't break now......]
"Hey Trunks," Teppo exclaimed, "I suppose you can handle this drink." He
ended his statement with a huge whack to Trunks' back. The Demi-Saiyan's concentration was broken, and his carefully kept neutral face contorted as he began coughing. His face turned red as the full effects of the brew hit him like a fist.
"I take that back!" Teppo guffawed as he and the rest broke into loud laughter.
"Ahhh...." Trunks forced himself to take deep breathes. While his drinking
partners still chuckled at him, he discovered that the drink wasn't too bad
after the initial shock. The scorching flames had subsided into a pleasant
warmth and eased his jangled nerves. Actually for the first time in many months,
he felt content. "Hey," he called the others' attention, "how come you guys
didn't react like me?"
"The first one is always the worst," Jeiron explained. "As you drink more
you get used to it. So hurry up and finish up or else there won't be anymore
left." Trunks reluctantly did so and found the older Saiyajin's words to be
true. After the third cup the pale warrior began to forget his troubles for the
moment and allowed himself to enjoy some 'male bonding'.
"You know Teppo," Trunks semi-slurred to the man sitting across from him,
"I'm gonna kick the living shit out of ya. And ya know why? Cuz you suck." The
squad chortled at Trunks' insult and speech impediment.
"Ye wish, you jack-ass mutt," Teppo replied with a red nose as the 'beer'
worked its intoxicating spell. "Let's go right now."
"If you want to fight, do it in the Arena," the bartender growled menacingly.
"I got enough problems without you jerks messing up the place."
"Make us!" Teppo retorted. The burly bartender quickly answered the drunken
challenged and soon the tavern was in chaos. Patrons, willing or not, were drawn to the skirmish which turned into a free-for-all. In the end however, Trunks and his new friends were victorious.
"Most enjoyable," Zeri tapped a boot into the unconscious bartender's side.
"It's the only way to end a day!" Teppo gave a V-sign but failed to notice that he used the wrong fingers.
"How 'bout more of tha' stuff?" Trunks suggested. "Fightin' has made me
thirsty 'gain."
"Tomorrow," Bandeku stiffly said. "I think it's time we head back home."
"Don't be ridiculous," Trunks snapped. " I'm the Prince and I command we
stay. Just one more cup and..." He never finished his sentence as his eyes rolled in its sockets and he fell into a fitful slumber.
"What did he say?" Shin raised an eyebrow.
"Don't pay any attention," Bandeku muttered as he stooped to pick his
'Prince' up. "He just had too much Lomakjin ale."
"Going already?" Teppo turned his intoxicated face to his ex-commander.
"Visit tomorrow if you want," Bandeku shouldered his load. "Maybe you can
beat him back to consciousness if he hasn't awaken by the time you arrive."
"Sure thing boss," Teppo grinned insolently. Shaking his head, Bandeku
exited the tavern and started the journey home.
* * * *
"I feel like shit right now," Trunks muttered, as he placed his head in his hands.
"You look like it too," Bandeku bluntly told his charge.
"What was I thinking?" the other man disregarded the words. "I'm never going to do that again!"
[They'll get you to do it somehow, royal brat!!!] Bandeku talked to
himself. [And lucky me, I get to drag your heavy butt across the mountains.]
"Oh, thanks for bringing me back," Trunks said as if reading his mind. "I
really appreciate it."
"It's my duty," Bandeku reminded him.
"Hey, Trunks!" Teppo's loud voice suddenly filtered through the door.
"Let's spar today. You need to sweat out all that ale out of your system." With
their senses, the two felt the squad rapidly nearing their abode.
"Dammit!" Trunks scowled as the sounds amplified in his head. His hearing
was sensitive today and the rambunctious man's shouting made his head hurt more.
"Tell him I died or something," Trunks told Bandeku as he got unsteadily on
his feet. "I'm going somewhere to suffer in slience and I want no one to disturb
me. Understood?"
"Yes, Trunks-sama," Bandeku gave a half-hearted salute.
[He reminds me so much like Vegeta-ou right now. Let's hope his rule will
be more prosperous,] Bandeku thought.
With amusement, Bandeku watched the Heir to the Saiyajin throne clamber out
a window and escape.
Trunks didn't know how long he walked, but he didn't fly so the others
wouldn't discover his location. Finally arriving at a babbling brook, Trunks let
himself drop to the ground with a groan and lay down on the ferns and grass.
The hangover was worse then when he first sipped the Lomakjin ale. It left
him in a dizzied and sour state. And it left him too much time to think about
his problems.
[You baka yaro,] he scolded himself. [What were you doing drinking so much?
Okaasan would have been disappointed.....] His frown turned into a deep scowl as the painful memory resurfaced.
"Mama, what are we having for dinner?" a young Trunks asked his mother as
they walked along a dark street.
"I don't know yet," she smiled at him. "I have to check the supplies."
"Hey lady," a menacing voice called from the shadows. "Spare a guy a buck."
A dirty man staggered into the light of a street lamp as he came towards them.
"Okaasan....," Trunks gripped her jacket.
"I'm sorry, sir," Bulma never showed her fear. "I don't have any money."
"Well there are other ways to help a guy out....."
Trunks couldn't help but shudder at the thought. Even though the guy had
escaped unscathed due to an appearance from Gohan, it still left an impression
on the young mind.
[I was like that person back then,] Trunks thought guiltily to himself. [I
was alone and desperate so I drank to forget my troubles. How dishonorable of me.] Getting up, he dusted himself off.
[I think I will fight Teppo,] Trunks mused. [I need to get back at somebody...anybody actually!] Mind made up despite the nausea, Trunks made his way back to his new home.
If he had been better, maybe he would have noticed a mysterious figure
hiding in some nearby bushes. Waiting a few minutes for the lavender-haired boy
to get far enough, the person left the hiding place and followed.
End of Chapter 5.