Chapter 1: Rebirth as Turambar
The world he had known was now only a memory . He, once a mere mortal from Earth, found himself flying through the beautiful tapestry of creation ,stars , planets and stelar wonders speed by him, the cosmos unfurls before his mind's eye. Amidst the vast expanse of the universe, he perceives the symphony of creation, an ethereal melody that resonates with the birth of galaxies and the dance of celestial bodies. It is a moment of awe and wonder, as if the very fabric of reality is serenading their awakening consciousness, inviting them to explore the mysteries of existence.
As consciousness slowly returned to him, he became aware of a peculiar sensation. It was as if he had been submerged in a pool of cool water, suspended in a timeless void. Gradually, the sensation began to ebb away, replaced by a feeling of weightlessness and disorientation.
He opened his eyes, though the term "eyes" seemed oddly inadequate for what he now possessed. His vision was no longer bound by the limitations of human eyesight. Instead, he could perceive the world around him in hues and shades he had never imagined.
He was no longer a man, and he was no longer on Earth. His form was a green-skinned, slug-like creature with two antennae sprouting from his head. He blinked or, rather, the membranes covering his new eyes slid shut and reopened trying to make sense of his surroundings. Shock sprang troughhim , he recognized this new form, it was of something he never imagined to see, something that was from a fictional piece from his old world that he dearly loved. It was a form of a newborn Namekian baby.
He found himself in a lush, alien landscape that must be the planet Namek, bathed in the soft glow of a turquoise sun. The air was thick with moisture, and towering trees with pink and green foliage stretched toward the sky. He had been born amidst the towering flora of Namek.
But his birth was unlike any other Namekian birth. In the heart of the lush forest, a group of curious Namekians sensed the new arival and had gathered around a large, mysterious egg that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. This egg, unlike the ones they were familiar with, was adorned with unique patterns and colors.
As his consciousness fully awakened, he realized he was inside that very egg. Panic gripped him as he struggled to break free from his confinement. The Namekians watched in awe and amazement as the egg began to crack and split open.
With a burst of energy, he emerged from the egg, his green form glistening in the sunlight. He took his first unsteady steps on the Namekian soil, his antennae twitching in confusion.
Sarnak, the elder Namekian of a nearby village , stepped forward, his wise eyes filled with curiosity. "This is unprecedented," he mused. "Namekians are born from the eggs of Lord Guru, and yet, this one..."
The gathered Namekians exchanged puzzled glances. They had never encountered a Namekian born outside of the traditional process. This child's birth was an enigma, and they had no answers.
He, still trying to make sense of his surroundings and his newfound form, looked up at the Namekians who surrounded him. He tried to speak, but only musical tones and melodic sounds emerged, much to the astonishment of the onlookers.
Sarnak approached Turambar and extended a welcoming hand, or the Namekian equivalent of one. "I am Sarnak, an elder of this village. Can you understand us, young one?"
He nodded as best as he could, his musical voice attempting to form a response. The Namekians exchanged knowing glances; they would have to help this newcomer adapt to their ways. Whatever his origin may be , he is a Namekian and child at that they will help him and teach him as they were taught by their beloved father Lord Guru.
"What is your name child, do you know?" This was an old tradition to "ask" a newborn for its name before naming them properly because in the scrolls of the Dragon Clan which this child was clearly a member, there were recordings of rare individuals that were born with an inner fire and purpose focalized in their name. He tried to respond but only again let out a few musical notes , he was a child after all. Contemplating how to respond he reminisced of his previous life and name , memories of his family and life were there still if a bit muted but the meaning of his name eluded him. In the momenthis decided what is done, is done a new journey begins and sudenly his antennae twiched and he projected his being to all nearby Namekians "I am Turambar".
Sarnak and other Namekians were shocked, this child was full of surprises. They smiled and welcomed him to his new home. "We welcome you Turambar to your family ".
They then left the forest of Namek for their village.
As Turambar settled into his new life among the Namekians, he slowly continued to grow and develop his abilities. His unique birth made him an object of fascination and study among the elders, who sought to understand the mystery of his existence.
The elders of the village taught Turambar the basics of abilities that every Namekian has and confirmed that he is a member of the Dragon Clan. He was gifted in sensing life energy of the planet and its inhabitants. And so followed the early days in the lively village on an alien world.
Turambar was fascinated by all the new things that he was taught, it was after all so different from his previous life.
One of Turambar's earliest friends was Tsumuri, a fellow Dragon Clan Namekian who had been born with the ability to heal. Tsumuri's skin was a vibrant shade of green, and his antennae were longer and more graceful than Turambar's. He was known throughout the village as a gentle and caring soul.
Tsumuri was glad that he has a new playmate of similar age, children were after all rare on Namek. He taught Turambar the art of Namekian healing, instructing him on the use of energy to mend wounds and cure ailments. Turambar, ever eager to learn, absorbed the knowledge like a were resilient but even they needed healing form time to time.
One day, as Turambar watched Tsumuri perform a healing ritual on an injured Namekian, he asked, "How did you come to possess such incredible healing abilities?"
Tsumuri smiled, his antennae swaying gently. "It is a gift passed down through generations in my family. We are known as the Healer Clan, and our duty is to mend the wounds of our people. But healing is not just about physical wounds; it is also about soothing the heart and spirit. It is a sacred responsibility."
Turambar was deeply moved by Tsumuri's words even more because since he regained consciousness he could sense the "colour" of their spirit or perhaps emotions form other living things He realized that being a Namekian meant more than just having extraordinary powers; it also meant having a profound sense of duty and responsibility towards one's people.
Another friend was Zalan, a formidable warrior from the Warrior Clan. Zalan's skin was a darker shade of green, and he possessed a muscular and imposing physique. He had a warrior's spirit and a deep sense of honor.
Zalan trained Turambar in the martial arts of the Namekians, showing him how to harness his energy for combat. Turambar's innate talents as a Dragon Clan Namekian gave him a unique advantage, as he could heal himself during battles, making him a formidable opponent.
During one of their training sessions, Zalan said, "Turambar, you a talent for combat. Your ability to heal gives you an edge that few others possess. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Our skills are not to be used for harm but for protection."
Turambar nodded, understanding the importance of using his newfound abilities wisely. He had seen the peaceful and harmonious way of life that the Namekians cherished, and he was determined thank them for their care by upholding those values.
As the time passed, Turambar continued to grow and develop his skills. He had become a respected member of his Namekian community, known for his healing abilities and combat prowess. His friendship with Tsumuri and Zalan had deepened, and the three often trained together, pushing the boundaries of their powers.
It was during those time of training, growth and camaraderie that Turambar learned the history of the Namekian people and the significance of their Dragon Balls. The Namekian Dragon Balls were powerful artifacts that could summon a dragon capable of granting wishes. Turambar marveled at the idea of such incredible power being real and felt a deep connection to the lore of the Dragon Balls.
One evening, as Turambar sat beneath the luminous Namekian moon, he contemplated the circumstances of his rebirth. He realized that he had been reborn into a world he had once thought to be fictional, a world of legendary warriors, powerful dragons, and epic battles. The realization both astonished and humbled him.
Tsumuri and Zalan joined him, sitting on the soft grass beside him. Tsumuri's antennae quivered, producing a soothing melody, while Zalan's deep voice resonated like a bass drum.
"Thank you my friends for your help and friendship. " Turambar said, his own melodic voice filled with gratitude. "I am part of this world, and I am determined to protect it."
Zalan placed a hand on Turambar's shoulder, his dark eyes filled with pride. "You are growing into a remarkable Namekian, Turambar. We are fortunate to have you as our friend and comrade."
Tsumuri added, "And as friends, we will face whatever challenges this world presents together. That is the way of the Namekians."
Little did Turambar know that his adventures were just beginning, and that the destiny of the Dragon Ball Z universe would soon call upon him to rise to the occasion, facing challenges and adversaries beyond his wildest imagination. The bonds of friendship he had forged with Tsumuri and Zalan would be tested, and the fate of Namek itself would be in their hands. The mystery of Turambar's birth remained unsolved, a puzzle amidst the lush Namekian forest, waiting to be unraveled.