Foreword: I'm sure that readers have noticed that I've been ending chapters of this fic with the phrase "Some Help". This is part "Next time on Dragon Ball Z" and part "Invincible" comic reference, though I could simply put the phrase somewhere else in the chapter but that would lean a bit too much into Invincible so I'm keeping it at the end ala "Next time on Dragon Ball z". I'll show you what I mean with the "Next time on Dragon Ball Z" closer in this chapter.
Piccolo stood at the entrance of Fortuneteller Baba's house after telling a ghost that he needs Bansuri's assistance as soon as possible and frowned as he waited for the message to be delivered and for Fortuneteller Baba to return from the Otherworld with Bansuri. Turns out Piccolo's assumption on the disappearance of his son's energy was correct, right down to the guess that the Otherworld's more peculiar energy helped with learning magic. Piccolo would ordinarily be pleased that he was correct but his mind was on a different tangent.
'Two more Saiyans, and both of them make Raditz look like a weakling. This is gonna take intense near constant training' Piccolo thought, already considering ways to intensify the training when he sensed Bansuri arrive. Bansuri's strength hadn't increased by an extreme amount, but it was enough to be dead even with his own power.
"Feels like you got something out of this training Bansuri, but we're gonna need to go for more intense and drawn out training sessions for a while" Piccolo stated, earning a curious look from Bansuri which prompts Piccolo to share his most recent experiences and thoughts with his son using telepathy.
"I understand Father" Bansuri said giving Piccolo a nod before turning to give Fortuneteller Baba a respectful bow. "Thank you for your teachings Fortuneteller Baba"
"Heh! feel free to come back for more lessons, you are a delight to teach" Baba responded before turning to Piccolo "You've got a good kid there Piccolo" Earning a surprised blink and a muttered "Thanks" from Piccolo before the father and son duo flew off to a wasteland to train together.
"Heh heh! Looks like the former Demon King turned into a big softy" Baba cackled to herself, going back inside her house to have some tea and biscuits. She wasn't going to tease Piccolo to his face, but she can always think it and amuse herself.
Piccolo and Bansuri landed in one of the wastelands they typically trained in and set about discussion on how best to train.
"You learn anything that could be used to make training more intense for the both of us?" Piccolo asked while doing some light stretches.
"Hmm, there is one thing. A spell that alters the properties of an area, I could increase the resistance around ourselves to make it take more effort to move" Bansuri offered, earning a confused look from Piccolo.
"Increase the resistance around ourselves?" Piccolo repeated and questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Perhaps I should demonstrate what I mean" Bansuri states and after a hand gesture and a faint glow "Try throwing a punch into the air in front of you"
"Okay? I don't-wait...what the?" Piccolo was about to state his confusion when he realized that even lifting his arm took way more effort than it should. As though he was trying to move through the thickest molasses or even ice without the faint chill and nothing to affect his breathing, if this was paired with heavier weighted clothing Piccolo figured he and Bansuri would be more than enough to deal with the Saiyans.
"Okay, I can see how this could help with training. Bansuri, make sure this effect is on both of use and conjure heavier weighted clothing on to us as well. We'll up the weights and resistance when we're used to this level. Sound like a plan?" Piccolo ordered and questioned, getting a nod followed by the resistance effect being applied to Bansuri followed by both of them getting heavier weighted clothes.
"Ready to begin Father?" Bansuri asked with a very Piccolo-like smirk, prompting the same expression from his father.
"Born ready" Piccolo answered and went straight into a flying knee strike and following into a kick to force Bansuri back after he blocked.
The two Namekians begin their training, identical smirks on their faces showing their enjoyment of the activity and who they're sharing it with. This sparring session marking the beginning of what could be considered a year long marathon training session which would only pause for healing, rehydrating and meditation but will this be enough to deal with the upcoming threat? Find out on the next chapter of Some Help!