Dragon Ball: Rebirth
Chapter 3- Training at Yunzaba Heights
Aram stared mournfully at his house in the distance. With
his sack of clothes thrown over his shoulder, he turned around
and continued on down the road. He couldn't believe he had
agreed to this. "Kami-samma wants you to throw down the
empire," Aram said, mocking Piccolo.
After Piccolo's display of awesome power two nights ago,
Aram had been told that Kami-samma, god of the earth, had
personally chosen him to defeat the empire. Why me, Aram had
asked, when Piccolo was so powerful and could do it with ease.
Piccolo's reply was that he was getting too old and that eventually
someone else would have to protect the planet.
"Hurry up, we have a long way to go." Piccolo's
voice intruded upon Aram's thoughts. He looked up to see Piccolo
in front of him, waiting patiently.
"Look Piccolo, if its such a long way why don't you just
fly us there." Stopping and turning around, he looked
at his house again. "Piccolo, I swear, if they tear up
my house or burn it down or do Kami knows what else, I'll
kill you. Somehow, I will. I mean, did you have to just let
them have it." Piccolo ignored him and continued walking
on down the road. Aram's temper flared, and he was glad because
of this. He knew that when he got angry he became much stronger.
He wanted to try something. He tried focusing his energy onto
his hand to see if anything would happen. Slowly, a small
white ball began to form in his palm, and then it began to
grow. Once it was the size of a large apple, he concentrated
on holding it and maintaining it. It was taking every bit
of his will to maintain it. Doing this proved just how powerful
Piccolo was. Now, if only he could...
Wait, Aram thought. I wonder how powerful he really is. Sure,
he can put on a good show, but could he withstand my small
blast? Smiling to himself, Aram threw the ball at Piccolo's
back. Amazingly, the ball flew straight and didn't lose any
height. Just before it hit Piccolo, it stopped and started
racing back towards him. Shocked and amazed, Aram was frozen
not knowing what to do. The ball hit him in the chest and
exploded. The force knocked him onto the ground and made him
skid a few feet. He looked at his chest to see his shirt partially
burnt away. He was shocked when he coughed up a little blood.
Pain raged all over his body. He couldn't think straight,
and realized he was having a hard time staying awake. He saw
Piccolo standing over him, scowling. Piccolo's mouth was moving
but he couldn't hear the words. So sleepy, just needed to
close eyes for a minute or two...
Aram yelled at the top of his lungs, leaping high into the
air. Piccolo was laughing at the site. After Aram had knocked
himself out from his small ki blast, Piccolo decided that
it would be quicker if he flew them both there. Now that Aram
had injured himself, it would take too much time to walk to
Yunzaba Heights. It had taken hardly a day, but Aram would
have to spend alot of time in recovery. Stupid fool, he thought,
experimenting things he's not ready for. Still, that would
make it easier later on.
Piccolo had let Aram sleep all that night, but the training
needed to start the next day. He had tried to calmly wake
Aram, but he was out colder than Piccolo originally thought.
No matter, Piccolo had his methods. Fortunately, there was
a nice cold spring by their campsite. Piccolo chuckled at
the memories as he tossed Aram into the spring, and laughed
even harder when Aram shot into the air screaming.
Half-naked and shivering, Aram cursed Piccolo under his breath.
He waded back onto dry ground, and made his way to his bag.
He pulled out a towel and dried himself off. He put on a clean
shirt and looked around for some food. He hadn't eaten in...
actually, he couldn't remember when was the last time he ate.
"Hey Piccolo, where's the food?" He scanned the
tent and saw nothing, except for one little cot. Turning around,
he saw Piccolo staring up at the bright sky.
"Whatever you can kill is your food." Piccolo answered.
"This is day one of your training. Once you've eaten
we'll begin the actual training, but until then you're on
your own." He turned around and flashed a half mocking
smile at Aram. "Get a move on it, because if you haven't
eaten by noon, we'll start whether your stomach still growls
or not." With that Piccolo walked off towards a large
rock formation, saying something about meditation.
This is gonna be a long day, Aram thought miserably.
Aram was doing pushups on the burning rocks. After completing
this set of 100, Piccolo was going to make him stand on his
hands and balance for as long as he could. After the 100th
one, Aram stood on his hands.
"Good" Piccolo said. "Now, go to one finger.
Do it however you must." "One finger!?" Aram
replied, exasperated. "How do you expect me to do that.
My weight will snap my finger!" Piccolo shrugged. "Try
and focus that energy used in making your little ball to supporting
you. It might help."
Trying to focus, he felt his energy flowing through him.
He concentrated on manipulating it, trying to make it push
him upwards. Aram was so focused that he didn't even realize
he was floating three feet off the ground now. Piccolo decided
that it would be best if he used his psychokinesis to turn
him rightside up. He was hurt enough already, he didn't to
be knocked out again if fell on his head.
Aram opened his eyes and realized he had turned rightside
up. Breaking his concentration, he fell to the ground. Standing
up, he was laughing. He had levitated himself.
"Now, its time to work on your agility." Piccolo
a ball of energy in his hand. "This ball is slightly
more powerful than the one you created yesterday. If you don't
want to get this time, I suggest you move."
Piccolo hurled the ball at Aram. Aram easily sidestepped
it, but found to his horror that Piccolo could control its
movements even after it left his hand. He jumped high into
the air, trying desperately to focus his energy so he could
increase his maneuverability. He spun in the air, feeling
the ball graze his side, the heat burning his flesh slightly.
As he fell to the ground, he looked for the ball. It was nowhere
to be found. As Aram landed, he looked just in time to see
the ball a few feet in front of him and coming quickly. Realizing
it was too late to move, he braced himself for the impact.
Yet to his surprise, nothing happened. He opened his eyes
slowly and saw the ball right in front of him. Slowly, it
moved away from him, and then dissipated into nothingness.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Aram stood up, shaking. He
didn't realize that he had been that scared.
"If I had been your enemy, you would have been dead
by now. Rest a little, and then will start over and see if
you can do better."
Shaking his head, Aram knew that he was in over his head.
Way over his head.
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