Post by Turles on Jul 22, 2007 20:45:36 GMT -5
Aside from the massive pain from the body slam, Turles felt good surrounded in water. For a brief moment he forgot the last couple of minutes of confusion and weirdness and felt at peace with the universe. Then he remembered about breathing. He suddenly panicked and instinctively swam up towards the surface. Luckily he was only five feet submerged. Still, when he got that first breath a wave of relief came over him. He crawled with what little energy he had left onto land and lay there for what seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly Turles felt two large hands picking him. He opened his eyes to find an angry looking namekian staring at him. Behind were two more of the sentient race.
“Saiyin,” the namekian holding Turles said with an obvious distain in his voice.
“Let go of me,” Turles demanded.
The namekian’s reply was a hard and precise headbutt into Turles. Turles began to fall back but the namekian was not letting go so he was held there in near unconsciousness.
“Don’t kill him Bolk,” one of the namekians standing away from Turles said, “You heard Guru’s orders; we are to take the alien to him alive.”
Bolk looked back at his comrades. “Fine then, spoil my fine. But I refuse carry this scum.”
“Scum?” Turles questioned, barely still awake. “That’s rich coming from you…….”
Bolk turned his face back to Turles with a piercing glare. Then he powered up and threw the Saiyin into a nearby cliff face. Thousands of rocks scattered all around as the land mass crumbled. Bolk then flew away from the scene, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Come on,” one of the namekians left said, “let’s hurry up and get the body before he decides to come back and finish the job.”
As a team they searched through the rubble and found Turles. He was alive, but completely KOed. One of the namekians picked him up and the duo flew off in the direction Bolk went towards Guru’s house.
Suddenly Turles felt two large hands picking him. He opened his eyes to find an angry looking namekian staring at him. Behind were two more of the sentient race.
“Saiyin,” the namekian holding Turles said with an obvious distain in his voice.
“Let go of me,” Turles demanded.
The namekian’s reply was a hard and precise headbutt into Turles. Turles began to fall back but the namekian was not letting go so he was held there in near unconsciousness.
“Don’t kill him Bolk,” one of the namekians standing away from Turles said, “You heard Guru’s orders; we are to take the alien to him alive.”
Bolk looked back at his comrades. “Fine then, spoil my fine. But I refuse carry this scum.”
“Scum?” Turles questioned, barely still awake. “That’s rich coming from you…….”
Bolk turned his face back to Turles with a piercing glare. Then he powered up and threw the Saiyin into a nearby cliff face. Thousands of rocks scattered all around as the land mass crumbled. Bolk then flew away from the scene, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Come on,” one of the namekians left said, “let’s hurry up and get the body before he decides to come back and finish the job.”
As a team they searched through the rubble and found Turles. He was alive, but completely KOed. One of the namekians picked him up and the duo flew off in the direction Bolk went towards Guru’s house.