Tom's Beginning
Chapter 3
A planet similar to Earth, but much different shaped continents. Mostly green this planet is inhabited by creatures that one would think only to see in a mythical story; Dragons, Ogres, Trolls, and so on. The most unique about this planet though is it's two dominant races, Humanoids just like those on Earth and another group who's only difference is that they are green skinned, haired, and red eyed, Orcs.
And at this moment an army from both races were marching towards each other ready to do battle. "all right men CHARGE!"
both armies now run towards the other, but before they clash something crashes into the ground between them. Both armies stop and stare as a being stands up revealing himself.
"Man that entry into a planet's atmosphere is dangerous. Glad my weights aren't on or else that might've hurt."
a human steps forward, "hey wizard out of the way we're fighting here."
"Fighting?" Tom looks around noticing the two different armies before, "hey, now I'm no wizard. And before you say anything I'm not human either so don't accuse me of that."
"well then what are you? Your not Orc, no green. Your not Ogre, too short, thin, and don't sound that stupid."
"you just called me stupid, I'm not stupid you baka, you're the one who's stupid and can't think. I'm not from this world so shove it."
"I don't know what you just said but I know you insulted me."
"wow I guess you are smarter then I gave credit for."
the human growls and points at him, "ARCHERS FIRE!"
all the archers, previously pointing at orcs, aim at Tom at the command and launch their arrows. Tom hurriedly waves his hand and causes a wind that deflects most of the arrows.
The few that weren't stopped hit Tom in his chest, should, arm, and one in the leg. The orcs blink at this display of this warrior, to them, now that they see he can endure multiple arrows.
The human on the other hand, being that the warrior insulted him, growls in aggitation. Tom glares at the human as he grabs an arrow and yanks it out then looks at it.
"oh you have just sealed your fate. And this attack is getting plenty of practice, Red Barrage!" everyone, orc and human, watch in wonder as the beams launch from Tom and the humans quickly begin to run after a few of them are hit and they see it kills.
All the humans vanish into a nearby forest the red blasts continuing to follow them. Tom turns and looks at the orcs, eyebrow raised in wonder what they will say to him.
An orc, with a limping left leg, steps forward. "don't worry warrior, we orcs are not like those humans. We will not assume you are anything that you maybe not. So tell us who and what are you if you please?"
"My name is Tom, I traveled here from another planet. I am a sayian, all of my race are warriors, we live to fight and kill. But unlike the rest of them," 'if there are any,' "I do not just think about that. I'll only fight if made mad or if asked to."
"very well. Since we have won this battle we will celebrate. And only if you join us Tom would the celebration be complete since you won the battle for us."
"and because of all that I'd be like a guest of honor, right?"
"yes, Tom you would be so will you join us?"
"sure I don't see why not and I really haven't eaten anything in about three days. Blasted being held prisoner by two separate groups of people."
"you were held prisoner?"
"oh don't worry about that. One doesn't know how to travel through space and the other I killed since they put me through torturous games."
Tom follows the orc army into the woods nearby. Another meteor-like thing crash lands several miles away.
Mort stands up and looks around glaring at the humans who he landed near. "bah these aren't worth anytime. Hmm now where is Tom."
Mort senses around, the humans are too frightened by how big he is compared to them.
"there he is. Not too far away from here. But the group he's in, if I attack and Tom proves to be just as hard when our fight was ending, then they helping could pose a problem."
Mort looks back at the humans and smiles, "these guys are obviously not of his race, energy too different. And their different then the ones Tom's with, which means they may help me." Mort begins laughing as the humans cower.
Back with Tom he has been led into the village of the orcs. The village looks like any normal village one would expect during the medieval ages.
Tom is leaning against a wall drinking some of the beer that they had given him. He looks around watching the Orcs dance and talk about the battle.
Everything stops when an orc with big muscles and a wolf-like creature following him stands up on top of a stage dancers were on. This orc like the others has green hair and red eyes but he has a scar on his face, is wearing his armor still despite all the others have switched to normal type clothing.
His voice is pretty deep as he talks. "my tribe, we have, thanks to our new friend, won the battle and without any casualties. This party is mainly to thank him. Now to become associated with our new friend, may he come up here and tell us about himself."
"sure I might as well. Anything that you guys hate just in case?"
"why?"
"well I might have run across something like them and if so I'd like to talk about it." 'and not if that something happens to involve me.'
"well, Magic, evil doers, and immortals are what we hate most. But if you've fought immortals than you'd still be fighting them unless they agreed to leave if you managed to hurt them so much."
'hehheh immortals huh well there goes telling them about that. "now I'm a sayian…"
Tom explains what he is, minus immortality, he tells them of his old home planet, explains that sayians naturally live to be really old but still look really young, and finally of the 'games' he was put through.
"hmm well now that was some adventure Tom."
"thanks… uhh come to think of it I don't know anyone here."
"of course, I am the Warchief, so call me that."
"right I'll learn others later right now you're the only one I need to know." Tom yawns, "man it's late I should get find a place to sleep."
Tom blinks as several female orcs push their way to the front of the crowd and wave their hands, "come to my house you can sleep with me." most say jumping trying to get Tom to see them.
He sweatdrops, "uh okay, but no thanks ladies I'll just sleep in a tree for now. I'll make myself a home later." everyone watches as he jumps backwards and lands in a nearby tree.
'well I avoided a very dangerous situation there. I better make my home soon. Yawn man despite being immortal I can still become sleepy hopefully I can work on that and change it later.'
Tom glances and senses around, 'hmm the strongest beings on this planet are either magic users or giant beasts. Hopefully I won't run into them anytime soon.'
Tom leans back and falls asleep. In the morning he agrees to train some of the orcs. And this is basically how the next few weeks goes; Tom trains the orcs and fights any human army that may attack.
Until one day, during an attack. Tom punches a human in the face sending him flying backwards and turns around only to be blasted by the human behind him.
Tom blinks then jumps away, all of the human army gathers round him. 'okay these guys can ki blast who taught them that?' he launches into the air as the humans run at him, but they end up crashing into each other.
Several humans jump into the air and follow him. But they soon stop and smile at him.
"well, well. Tom we meet again, at last." Tom turns around in surprise and becomes more surprised when he sees Mort. "what how are you still alive?"
"I'm immortal Tom you cannot possibly beat me." Mort begins laughing as Tom's right eye begins to twitch, 'great just great I got myself an immortal rival. Blast this idiot.'
"now I'll just finish you right now, humans FIRE" Tom looks around watching as all the humans pull their hands back in similar styles as Mort, 'oh great I hate this guy,'
"Game Over!" Tom sighs as every attack hits him. When the smoke clears Tom has bruises and cuts all over his body. Mort becomes confused, "what? but how are you barely hurt by all that energy?"
"I'm a member of a species that grows stronger after fights Mort, and with all the fights and damage that's been done to me you guys are just really pathetic." Tom points a hand down towards the humans, "Red Barrage!"
all the humans scatter, but an improvement has obviously been made to the attack, as while chasing after their prey the attacks suddenly change course and hit another human that may have just been flying past it in the other direction.
Soon all the humans are gone leaving just the two immortals. "sigh you know Mort if you really want to beat me then you yourself should get stronger. anyway If you attack me again I will blast you a million miles away from me. later"
Tom begins flying back towards the orc village when a ki blast hits his back. Tom turns back and quickly charges an attack, "alright then fine, FINAL FLASH!"
The attack hits Mort and sends him flying, Mort tries to roll aside to get off the blast but finds out that it's gone all the way around him, thus not allowing him too.
Tom boasts the power and soon Mort is pushed into space and thrown a couple light-years before he finally stops.
Tom is breathing heavily, "man pushing him that far away really took it out of me. But hopefully it's too far away and he can't sense me and therefore can't return for a long time."
he turns and heads back to the village to tell what happened in this battle. After which Mort is deemed an opponent that they all would fight if he came back.
In outer space, Mort is floating around looking very angry.
"so he becomes stronger after fights huh, and has he ever, he managed to push me far enough away where I can't tell which way is back. Blast him! Guess I'll work on myself rather then making another army."
Mort sighs then begins to meditate.
Back on Earth the other immortals are in a desert, surrounded by dead humans.
"tell me what we're doing again? Cause I thought we were saving humans?" a tall immortal, dressed in black and looking like a Goth, asks.
"well Steven this is a great work out, and we are saving humans. These are evil ones who're kidnapping American civilians that came over here to help and cut their heads off."
"yeah, terrorists. Ya know their actually pretty pathetic when it comes right down to real fighting. They prefer to go after a few people at a time or pull surprise attacks on people that aren't expecting anything."
all heads turn as one of the humans tries to get up. "well, well, what do we have here? A survivor I don't think so." Steven walks over but is stopped by SpiritFin, who's taller.
"wait, Steven this might help us more if we 'ask' him where any more of his 'gang' might be."
Steven grumbles but backs down as SpiritFin walks over and picks the human up, "alright I'm gonna ask you a few simple questions and if you don't answer your gonna be sorry."
the man speaks but not in English. "So you don't speak English huh. Alright we'll go find an Arabic translator. Come on guys."
everyone shrugs and follows. Later they have found one and are standing in a room. (okay now I'm just gonna skip some instructions since all this'll be is SpiritFin asking questions and the translator going back and forth with translating.)
"now where are your other friends, Higher up ones?"
"he says that he won't answer you can't kill him you'd just have no one to ask then."
Fin laughs, "oh man you have no idea what we can do to you do you. We don't even have to kill you in order to make you want to talk."
"Prove it." smiling SpiritFin grabs the terrorists arm and squeezes, causing the man to cry out in pain. "ya gonna talk now." shouting in his native language, the man nods his head. seconds later they blast out of the building they were in for the questioning and head towards the mountains nearby, Alex behind them all,
'I'm glad we're helping here but I wish Tom was here as well, we'd have more fun with him around, and besides my new instincts are irritating me about him.'
Tom: I really dislike that Mort.
Me: yes but luckily he'll be taken care of for good later but it will be a while.
Tom: later mortals hope your alive to read the next chapter. (begins to laughs as the author sweatdrops)