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Dragonball: Resurrection

Arc 1 - Namekian Outcast

Chapter 1:

06-15-17

(edit 11-06-18)

You might think that preparing and maintaining soil on a planet with three suns and never ending daytime would be rather difficult, as the ground should become dry quite quickly. Strangely, this wasn't the case. A figure lad in a white hooded cape and a blue-violet training garb worked away in a massive field, having already tilled and seeded the soil for this seasons cabbage to grow. Thoughts went on about the science behind the soil and the hot suns, but nothing could be concluded.

Finally finishing the task for the day, the figure stood straight and stretched his back before leaning on the Hoe and looking up at the two visible suns in the Namekian sky. He smiled and sighed to himself as he looked over what he had accomplished today. Spanning the equivalent of four Football fields in size was all farmland that was now ready to grow. Fortunately, rain had been plentiful for crops so far.

He turned to see another figure approaching. Carnel. The familiar thin, old Namekian - green skinned hairless creatures with two antennae coming from their foreheads - clad in a white and blue-violet robe approached with his staff in hand. He was slightly hunched over, making him look just under the usual height of seven feet tall, but he was still much taller than the hooded man's height of just under five feet. The Namekian approached as he looked over the fields. Grumpy looking as usual, his words were quite different. Speaking in Namekian, he addressed the hooded man.

"Marvelous work as usual, my son. On your own, you can do the work of thirty Namekians in a tenth of the time. Just as you stated. I'm sure the Council will be pleased." He said, cracking a smile and reaching out to place a hand on the shoulder of the hooded man.

"Yeah, maybe. But I could of done more if I powered up some." He said, disregarding his achievement. But he knew the whole story by now. But, as usual, the Namekian would explain it all again. Of course he would, its what a Father would do.

"Blaze. You must never do such things. You know this. Not only is it dangerous, but we can't go putting others out of work, now can we?" He stated, looking at the field. "I'm not exactly sure what we will even do with all of these vegetables. Our work-cattle can only eat so much."

He was right, Of course. Namekians only drink water to survive. The cabbage was to feed Buhos, a domesticated Namekian beast that was similar to both a how and a horse, but more like a donkey, and sort of a moose. You get it. and were used for pulling carts, tilling fields, and many other utilities. However, Blaze had a plan.

"I'm planning to sell the leftovers to those guys who landed here a couple weeks ago." He stated. He was talking about the creatures who came to Namek in a Spaceship. They hadn't caused any issues and appeared to keep to themselves. "Saiyans" they called themselves - muscular light skinned creatures with black protruding hair on their heads and thin brown tails.

"I would advise against it. We are still unsure if we can trust these Saiyans." Carnel explained to Blaze, shaking his head. Blaze smiled, putting a hand on one hip and raising a finger.

"But, I can learn a thing or two by talking to them. Plus we both know I can handle a few blows if things get bad." He explained. Carnel looked at his son, and closed his eyes thinking it over hard.

"Very well. But be careful when the time comes, and under no circumstances are you to fight them. Now, make way to see Master Batto for your Support classes." He said sternly. Blaze just sighed, grabbing the hoe and leaning it on his shoulder as he carried it back to the shed. Carnel yelled something about "No attitude" and "You can fly, so hurry", but Blaze didn't care at all.

He tossed the hoe into the shed and closed it up before he took a running start upon blasting off into the sky at full speed. You can't have someone swooping in and taking all your hoes, after all. Within moments, he made it to Three-Star Temple, the home of the Dragon Clan's Master, Batto. Here Namekian students learned to channel their inner energy, or Ki, to heal, relieve pain, restore energy, and defend ones self using barriers or restraint techniques. Though Blaze learned quickly and had a vast supply of energy, he disregarded Master Batto's claims that Blaze was "Gifted". He knew it was just his way of trying to steer Blaze from wanting to participate in the Warrior Clan's teachings. I mean, he was a novice healer, the only reason he could heal so well already was his massive Ki reserves.

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At the Three-Star Temple, a young Namekian boy had been on his way to his classes when two older boys wearing the traditional violet Warrior Garb confronted him. The younger boy took a step back as the two stood with sinister smiles on their faces. One put a hand on his hip and the other crossed his arms.

"Hey, Nahlin. I see your wearing a training garb and not the robes again." One said, pointing at the younger boys white clothes with a blue-violet sash around his waist. Nahlin clenched his fists.

"You know why. I'm going to train with Master Basna after I'm done here!" He told the two, who began to laugh. One poked him hard in the chest and glared at him.

"You think you're better than everyone else, don't you Nahlin. Getting accepted by both Masters? That's bullshit! (or Buhohkacht in Namekian.) You can stay here, stay away from the Dojo." they told him. Nahlin was scared, but swallowed his fear and glared back.

"No! Unless Master Basna tells me that himself, I'll train where I please!" He informed the two. They didn't take that well, and with a single palm strike, Nahlin was knocked backwards through a wall and off the cliff that the Temple sat upon. Nahlin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly gained air-control and burst into an aura of Ki before flying back up to the hole in the wall.

"I will not be bullied into submission by the likes of you!" He yelled, flying in out of nowhere and landing a full-forced punch to the face of one of the older boys. However, it was as if he had struck a brick wall, and the boy just glanced sideways at Nahlin and cracked a smile. With a swift back-hand, Nahlin was knocked on his ass.

"Lets see if your as much better than us than you think!" The other yelled, taking a stance to the side and putting two fingers to his forehead. Nahlin scuttled backward, but the other boy charged Ki into his fingers and lashed his arm out.

"Makankosappo!" The boy yelled, firing a thin beam of energy at Nahlin with a second beam spiraling around the first like a drill. Nahlin knew that if he was hit by this technique, it would punch a huge hole clean through him! Then it hit with a flash of light.

(That's Ma-Kan-Ko-Sappo.)

When everyone's eyes adjusted, Nahlin was fine. Standing between him and the two boys was Blaze. He had a hole the size of a baseball in his chest, but it hadn't gone all the way through. Yet he was still standing!

"That all you got?" Blaze asked, slowly walking towards the two. The boys began to back up. Namekians could regenerate their wounds over time, sure. But Blaze just took that shot and was still standing with a hole in his chest like it was nothing... one of the two knew who Blaze was.

"Y - you! I know you... your that monster! How are you not laying on the ground, bleeding right now?" He asked in shock as Blaze closed in. The hood covered Blaze's face, but the two could see his smile. He got right up to one of them who threw a punch. In a flash, Blaze had dodged the swing and slammed a fist into the boy's gut. He let the boy fall to the ground and stepped over him to walk to the next one. The next one panicked.

"Get away!" He yelled and threw a ball of energy at Blaze's face. It exploded... but the smoke cleared to show the only thing the blast achieved was knocking Blaze's hood off. And... Blaze was no Namekian.

Blaze was, in fact, an Arcosian. They had also been known as "Frost Demons". He had very light grey skin and blue eyes. Unlike some former members of his race from other worlds, Blaze looked like a young boy. The top of his head was round with a black dome-like section, and two sections on the sides of his he'd were horns had once been before he cut them away. The last Warrior Clan student couldn't get over Blaze's piercing blue eyes, heavily outlined in black.

"It's no fun to be on the receiving end of an ass-kicking, now is it? How about you take your idiot friend and go running back to your Dojo? You'll need allot more guidance from Master Basna before you could ever hope to take someone like me on." He warned the boy, just as a glow of golden energy gathered on Blaze's wound and closed it quickly. Blaze had become quite adept at healing, and could almost mimic the Namekian's regeneration itself at a significantly slow rate.

The boy turned and ran. Blaze gritted his teeth, and vanished, appearing in front of the boy. This confused him, as he thought Blaze just said "run"... He pointed a finger out almost touching the boy's forehead.

"I said... take your friend! I'll be damned if I let you just abandon him here!" He roared at the Namekian troublemaker. But then Blaze's attention turned to someone behind the boy, and his expression softened a bit. The troublemaker turned to see another man standing there, who had already tended to Nahlin and the other boy.

Master Batto. He was a larger Namekian with a happy, plump face. His eyes seemed to always be closed. He was wearing a completely white robe and stood about a foot shorter than the average Namekian.

"Hello, boys. Bay I remind you that conflict is quite frowned upon within the grounds of the Temple?" He looked at the two boys. "It is time to return to your Master. I would advise you not to take this course of action again." He said very cheerfully and passively. He looked at Blaze who put his hood back up.

"Ah, young Blaze. I do appreciate you standing up to these two. And keeping your power and your anger in check... well done! But I would ask that you too refrain from throwing punches." he instructed. Blaze just sighed. He gave the troublemaker one last glare as a warning, and walked into the temple. He said nothing to Batto at all, just chuckled and looked off to the side.

Batto laughed, and carried on. Blaze moved to head over to where the lessons would be taught. Behind Blaze came some footsteps as Nahlin came up beside Blaze. He was one of the few Namekians shorter than Blaze, even if only by a little. He smiled very nervously at the Arcosian as he matched his pace beside him.

"Wow, I... heard the rumors, but I had no idea you were actually Arcosian!" He said, looking at Blaze all over. He had long sleeves, gloves, and his pants even covered his feet. He didn't know how to approach the strange man, and he was actually terrified of him. He heard how the Arcosian species were known to be ruthless and sadistic. "Where do you keep your tail? What do you eat? Are you really planning to take over the planet!?" he asked, rambling the questions out. Blaze pinched the section between his eyes and sighed.

"It extends, I eat crabs and fish, and no. he said, a bit uncomfortable. He began walking a bit faster. But Nahlin caught up. "Hey, sorry if I'm being annoying, but I just never met an Arcosian before. You guys are supposed to be super rare, and most are pretty bad, so I figured I'd never get to actually ask them anything so..." He was going to continue, but Blaze stopped in place, sighed, and turned to look him dead in the eye.

"Go away. Seriously. I don't need your questions right now" he told him, and proceeded to levitate and float off quickly to the next room. Blaze had a hard time with others as most had little to say to him, and usually nothing nice. The thought of talking to someone who was friendly wasn't on his mind. Nahlin was a bit hurt, but sucked it up and followed. Upon entering the Temple's main room, about forty students were sitting in rows of ten all wearing white and blue-violet robes. Batto stood up front, prepared for his daily lecture. Nahlin noticed Blaze was in the back corner with a gap between him and the others. Nahlin thought about it, then took a deep breath before walking right over and sitting next to Blaze.

The other students looked at Nahlin and Blaze oddly and some began to mutter to each other as nobody had ever sat next to the Arcosian before. Ever. Sometimes Blaze sat in the center of the room or in other random places to chuckle at the ring of empty places to sit around him. Blaze didn't move an inch either.

Nahlin was vibrating, and wondering what the others were saying. But he decided he was sticking to his guns. I'm done running away. He thought.

Blaze turned his head slightly as he glared at Nahlin out of the corner of his eye for what seemed like ages as Batto went on about the Sphere-Barrier technique. Blaze could tell Nahlin was scared of him. But he refused to move. He thought about it, and about Nahlin's new-found resolve. He was scared of Blaze, but making it a point to stay there no matter what.

Blaze rolled his eyes. "Listen, chill. I'm not going to rip you in half or anything." he said. He didn't know why he was trying to calm Nahlin's nerves, but it felt right for some reason. After the lecture dragged to an end, Nahlin stood up and quickly walked out of the room. Blaze watched him break away from the crowd, jump into flight and fly off into the forest at the bottom of the Temple's cliff. Blaze was curious about this guy now.

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Nahlin had found a clearing, landed, and began pacing back and forth. "Oh god oh god oh god, I think I pissed him off... and everyone thinks I'm more weird than ever..." He said to himself quite worried. Then his tone shifted. "No! It's a victory! Who cares what him or the others think, I conquered my fear! Well, a fear... its a work in progress..." he was mumbling now.

Then there was a loud slam behind him and a cloud of dust. Turning, he seen Blaze with his hood down again glaring at him as he stood in a small crater from just the landing. "Sup?" he said to Nahlin, ho nearly jumped at the moment of impact, but forced himself to turn and face him.

Nahlin drew a breath closed his eyes with his fists clenched and told him "I don't care if you don't like that I sat next to you, I'll do it every day from now on!" He paused, now looking off to the side. "I mean... nobody else does, and its stupid. So... yeah."

"Kay... and I agree, its pretty fucking stupid. But... Why?" Blaze asked, not moving an inch.

Nahlin looked down. He thought it over. But after a few moments, he began speaking his thoughts. "I'm always the weak one. And It's because I get scared and want to hide. I've... always hid. I couldn't even stand up to those two idiots earlier, I had to get help! So I figured..." He stood, raising a clenched fist "Since you're scarier than them, I could make myself sit next to you and tough it out! And it would make me less of a coward!"

*SLAM!*

Blaze crossed the distance and punched Nahlin in the stomach twice as hard as he did the other boy earlier. But he held Nahlin there for a moment to let him take it in before dropping him. Nahlin had to get his breath back, then mustered the inevitable "But why though?"

Blaze smiled and crossed his arms. "Eh, to toughen you up." He said. "If you want to stand up for yourself, you'll want to be able to actually defend yourself." Blaze explained. He then turned and began to walk off. "Meet me here after each lesson. I'll show you some stuff." He told the Namekian, who had made it up to all fours. Nahlin knew he was right. Becoming braver wasn't enough, he had to actually get stronger too.

He smiled, Blaze was already gone. "Got it." he said to himself.

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