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Dragonball: Resurrection

Arc 1 - Namekian Outcast

Chapter 2:

06-18-17

(edit 11-06-18)

If one thing was certain, it was that they were both equally as stubborn. Every day for four days so far, Nahlin had sat right down next to Blaze. Then every day following the class, Nahlin would receive another quick round of training with Blaze in the same clearing. Each harder than the last. And now, here he was for the third week, standing there waiting. However, Blaze hadn't shown up for about five minuets. And five minuets on Namek is longer in comparison to your usual Earth time.

Confused and growing restless, he pondered if Blaze simply wished to catch him off guard this time. So, he jumped into flight and carried on at a casual speed towards his home, but was anticipating an attack at any moment. After a while, he stopped flying, as Blaze hadn't ambushed him yet...

"Where is this guy?" He thought to himself, looking around suspiciously. He thought it over, then decided after a few moments, about equivalent to you reading this entire line or two, maybe less, depending on your reader-ing ability, to track him down. This wouldn't be hard, as Blaze had a pretty substantial power to sense. Nahlin was actually quite adept at this too, needing only minimal concentration to sense it. He quickly blasted off in the direction he sensed.

Meanwhile, Blaze had just finished fertilizing the crops he had been growing (for what felt like ever) and was laying in the blue colored grass by a brook. He was passed out cold when Nahlin slowly plopped down beside him. He stood there for a moment, and thought to himself that if he were a lesser man, he would slam a fist into Blaze's gut and take off. But he would never actually do that. However his fear of Blaze had mostly diminished sine the first day, and he felt as if he had overcome the bulk of his cowardess in general. Though he knew in an actual life-threatening situation, this may not be true.

He nudged Blaze in the ribs with his foot. "Hey, get up. You forgot to dish out your daily punching that you promised." Nahlin told him. Blaze rolled over, coughed and groaned as he sat up, waiting for his eyes to adjust on who it was who was disturbing him. Nahlin stood with his eyes crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. "Its pretty bad when the trainee has to come tell you to get off your ass." he scolded Blaze.

"Uuughh..." the Arcosian stood up and cracked his knuckles, stretching his arms in the air. "What, you get off on this or somthin'?" Blaze asked the Namekian. "I just had other things to do today." And it was totally not due to oversleeping in the morning that he didn't already have his crops done up. "But since your here-"

Blaze threw the punch for Nahlin's face this time. However to his surprise, Nahlin dodged the blow and proceeded to grab Blaze's arm! In a split second, Nahlin had Blaze face down, a knee in his spine, and Blaze's arm twisted mere inches from breaking. Nahlin had a determined look on his face, contrasting Blaze's surprise. "Well... shit..." He said, but with an impressed tone.

Nahlin tightened his grip. "I got stronger. Every punch increasing my resilience. Every minute spent outside the Temple and away from the clearing, I was honing myself while you lay around all day after our sparing matches. Now you know - I am your equal" He said, to Blaze, laying the confidence on thick.

He was shocked for a moment, then chuckled. Then he went into laughing. "Well good for you. But..." Blaze trailed off as something came up behind Nahlin and lashed around his neck. The sudden shock loosened his grip on Blaze, and the Arcosian slipped out from under Nahlin to stand up. His hood fell back to reveal his entire face again. The object that had snagged the now helpless Namekian and had him dangling in the air was Blaze's tail.

"You seem to have forgotten about my uh, extra appendage." He said, casually dusting grass and dirt off as Nahlin flailed angrily with his feet and tried to free himself. "Its also the strongest part of my body. And though you grew in power rapidly over such a short time, I'm still far stronger. Like... a lot fucking stronger." Nahlin ust stopped flailing and sighed in annoyance. Blaze smiled. "Like a loooo-" Blaze started before Nahlin cut him off with "Ok I get it, a looooot. Just put me down. Before I... make you." he said, causing Blaze confusion. Blaze shrugged. "Kay. Do it." he tempted.

That's when the fist collided with Blaze's smug face, loosening his tail and sending him flying into the shallow brook next to where he had been asleep. Soaked and covered in mud, he jumped up and glared at Nahlin who had yelled something about "needing some milk" when Blaze was underwater that he could vaguely hear during the punch. He didn't get it. Nahlin taken a fighters stance. His left arm was retracting. Blaze had forgot for a moment that Namekians can stretch their limbs like rubber bands.

Nahlin smiled this time. "I'm not one to boast. But I will say that though your stronger, you never actually practiced or sparred. Never trained. You got no actual fighting skill, do you." he asked. Blaze just crossed his arms and make a "Tsh" sound. "Nahlin returned to a neutral stance and put a hand on one hip. "I'm actually the Warrior Clan's top student, Blaze!" His eyes narrowed. "We're more evenly matched than you think.

All this did was annoy Blaze. Never in his life had Blaze been knocked on his ass like this, apart from one time when he was younger and refused to drink his milk or power down when he got angry. (Wait, was that the connection to earlier? How much did Nahlin know?) Master Basna was able to subdue Blaze in much the same way as Nahlin did, only the punch hurt allot more. Blaze uncrossed his arms. "Yeah." he said, in response, but then Blaze's tail burst into action, stretching out to try and strike Nahlin back. "I can do that too!" He roared with an exited, wide eyed grin, balling up both fists.

The Namekian just barely dodged the strike leaning back, then burst off too, fully prepared for a fight. The two closed in, closing the distance far quicker than it would take you to read the description of it. Blaze doubted the claim that they were "equals". But he still felt... good. Finally! Someone who was willing to throw down and give me some excitement in my life! Blaze thought. So maybe for that, though it wasn't true in a measure of power, he might be able to see Nahlin as an equal for other reasons. With a flurry of strikes, Nahlin through all his skill and power into his attacks, and Blaze held as much power back as he could to stay even as he tried to deflect, block and counter. But all he did was block, mostly, and get hit a few times. Blaze powered a bit, releasing a quick and small shockwave to recoil Nahlin before swinging in with a heavy punch.

Blaze was moving faster and swinging harder to compensate for his lesser skill. "Hold still so I can rip your arms off!" He yelled, spinning to take a swing with his tail that Nahlin dodged with a backflip, then burst into a charge. "Then I'll just use my legs to literally kick your ass while I grow my arms back!" He yelled in turn. Nahlin charged a yellow-orange Ki in his right hand and released it as a wild explosion directly from his outstretched hand in Blaze's direction. Blaze came out of the flash and the dust encased in a blue spherical energy shield that dissipated as Blaze closed the gap. With the sound of energy taking solid form, Blaze's forearms each projected a light blue blade of energy and Nahlin got a bit worried real fast. Blaze shouted "Yeah! Ki Blades!" as he began to take swings at Nahlin, butting him on the defensive for once. There was no deflecting or blocking those, and Blaze was better with them than with his fists.

Nahlin jumped back, noticing he had been cut in some minor areas about thirteen times. "Whoa, how do you do that!? Those things are dangerous, I am going to loose an arm at this rate!" he said in surprise. Blaze took a wide stance and crossed his arms in some pose he just made up. He got serious. "It is an ancient Arcosian war technique, developed by our grandest of grand-masters long, long ago in feudal times of absolute desperation, and have been passed down to only a chosen few warriors for THOUSANDS OF YEA- I made it up." he said, returning to just a simple, casual stance at that last part with a bored look on his face.

Nahlin was in awe for a moment, then surprised. "Oh for fucks sake, really!? That sounded so goddamn cool, then you had to ruin it!" He said. Blaze just shrugged, using one of the blades to scratched behind his ear. "You wanted me to lie to you." he stated. A fist slammed into the side of his head and he faintly heard "Yes!" over the sound of Nahlin's knuckles colliding with skull, followed by the ringing in his ear that followed.

Out of nowhere, two objects lashed out around each of their midsections, stopping them in the air. They dangled there confused for a moment, before they each noticed Carnel had happened upon them and stretched out his own arms to restrain them. After a moment of confusion, they seen the source. It was Carnel. "How many times, Blaze. You cant go fighting people, your far too strong and could hurt someone. And Nahlin... You of all people provoking someone? This is not like you at all, boy." He said, scolding both of them as he put them down. Blaze clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as Nahlin just looked at his feet. "I'm sorry about that..." Nahlin started off on a sincere apology, but then after a few moments Blaze got mad.

"No! I'm tired of this crap! You always say the same thing! Tell me then, why didn't you ever train me to control my power!? Why not find me someone I could train with!?" He yelled. "Its not fucking fair!" He roared as he slammed his tail down. The impact shook the ground and created a sizable groove where his tail struck. Nahlin staggered back from Blaze, and looked at the older Namekian.

Carnel sighed, and closed his eyes. "Blaze... Here on Namek, we have a council. The Clan leaders, village leaders, and the Grand Elder all attend it. As the River Village Leader, so do I. And one of my responsibilitys for being there is you. Your power..." Carnel stopped or a moment, and sighed. "They are this planet's Elders and Masters for a reason, Blaze. They know whats best for everyone. And keeping you under control was their decision. This is why I keep you in line so hard. And why you have never been allowed to train at all."

Blaze was surprised. Never had he known that... some council was responsible for his life being so goddamn dumb. He thought maybe one day he could actually do something, and that the idea of his people - the Namekians deliberately outcasting him was just nonsense. But now he could see it... they really were just trying to push him aside and keep him restrained. Like a rabid dog. He grew angry... angry that these people whom he called his own could treat him like this... it infuriated him. Maybe... just maybe... loosing control wasn't such a bad idea. He stood there, wide eyed and fists balled as his mind began to muffle out Carnel's following words, whatever they were, and he began getting this feeling of... just do it anyway. Nobody can stop you, just... just...

Nahlin spoke up. And Blaze actually caught it. "Elder Carnel, with respect..." He paused, took a breath, and "WHAT!?" He yelled. Carnel recoiled a bit. Nahlin went off as well. "You - the whole council must be insane! Can you not feel his power right now? Just..." He motioned towards Blaze next to him with his entire body. "Imagine all this with controool! Blaze... Blaze could become Namek's greatest warrior! If there was ever a problem, he'd just stomp it! His potential is being fucking wasted and its nothing shy of bullshit!" he yelled. Blaze tilted his head slightly in Nahlin's direction. He was defending him? This guy was going as far to call Carnel, the other Elders, Masters, and even the Grand Elder fools? Nobody... had ever really defended him before...

It was the first time that someone other than Carnel or Batto had stood up for him. And it was obvious the other two had different reasons that pushed Blaze down, but Nahlin was actually talking sense. Blazes darkened thoughts began to subside... Carnel retorted sternly. "Mind your tongue, child! You're speaking to an elder! And who would you propose train him? The only one capable would be Master Basna, and that would require private lessons if he even agreed to it, with i know for a fact, he would not. Then there's the issue of others questioning his special treatment, and how draining it would be on the Master. And what if he's injured by mistake? Should we get attacked, he is our main defense, and I doubt Blaze's power and skill gains would make up for it. And if he were to loose control and trans..." He caught his tongue. He relaxed, then sighed.

Carnel closed his eyes. "It's not like I fully agree with their decision, I want you both to know that. I've fought the council for years to find some kind of compromise. But to no avail. If I was strong enough to train you myself, Blaze, I would. Regardless of what the Council said." He then narrowed his eyes at Blaze. "You are my son, Blaze. Maybe not by blood, but you are my own. Never think for a moment I don't want whats best for you. And if there was a way... any way at all..." He tailed off.

Blaze stood there with his head down. He fell to his knees and just sat there with Nahlin looking at him. Deep down, he knew Carnel was right. About the council, the wisdom of their choice, and his feelings on the subject. He just... hated the situation. The young Namekian swallowed, then looked at Carnel. With a determined look, he knelt down beside Blaze and put one hand on his shoulder. "I'll... train him." He said with a new sense of resolve. Carnel looked at the boy and shook his head. "You can not defy the council like that. And he's far beyond your power, you'll get hurt-" But Nahlin cut him off, grabbing Blaze's arm and making him stand up as he did.

"Nooobody... is going to know. Nooobody... is going to find out. This conversation... neeever happened." He said, waving his hands in a strange manor as he said the last part. "I'll take everything I learn from Master Basna and show it to Blaze. And I'll get beat up. Biiiig whoop, I'll tough it out! It won't be for long, Blaze just needs to learn Suppression and Ki Control! It'll be fine!" He looked at Blaze, who's head was still down. "Blaze." He said. "It'll be fine." He assured. "What ya think? Come on, it'll be fun." he said. Carnel stood there partly in awe, and partly in concern. He sighed, but said nothing. He knew if Blaze had this chance and was going to take it, he was going to no matter what. Trying to stop him would be futile, he would just do it behind everyone's back. And the young Namekian's mind seemed to be made up.

There was a silence for a moment. It was broken y Blaze. "Why though?" He asked. He looked at Nahlin who still had a hand on his shoulder and a stupid, confident grin on his face. "Why the hell do you want to help me so bad? Nobody else ever did, and apparently never planned to..."

Nahlin's expression receded to a more normal smile. "Someone like you with your power... you deserve to know how to use it. So c'mon. Lets train. Screw the council." he said. Blaze thought for a moment, then asked himself why he was even thinking it over. This is what he'd always wanted, after all. So he too cracked a smile. "Fine. Show me what you got, Nahlin." He said, leaving Carnel wondering just what it would lead to. The older Namekian crossed his arms. "Then you two have made your choice. I don't agree that its a good idea to defy the council... but I do agree that he deserves to learn." He relaxed. "Agreed then. This... conversation... as you said... neeever happened." Carnel said, imitating Nahlin's odd hand gestures from before. "I know nothing of your plans. And you two take full responsibility." He stated. He looked them both dead in the eyes, crossing his arms. "Full... responsibility." He reiterated. "Are we clear?" He asked.

The two nodded. "Yes. Clear."

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