Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ Learning to Rise ( Chapter 2 )

Instruments in Tune

Author' Note: Just so people know I made a tiny error, when I mentioned dawn a few times in the last chapter I really meant dusk.

Now we start to see a little action just a teaser.!!!!

Chapter 3: Learning to rise

Bongo had managed to catch up to Piccolo just enough to make out his form in the distance; the rocks around his neck were not so heavy it was the rope causing him trouble. It brushed against the back of his neck at the base of his skull creating a red line almost cutting through his soft skin, jogging the belt around his waist had become loose from earlier when piccolo used it as a means of lifting him off the ground.

He slowed down for only a few seconds and tightened it, satisfied he continued to jog trying not to lose sight of Piccolo up ahead his image seemed to get further away. Bongo held a deep respect for Piccolo always trying to do the best he could to make Piccolo proud, but it never seemed to be enough he was always too slow, too weak, never to meet expectations.

Bongo held on jogging behind Piccolo he had moved closer and was able to make out the dusk trailing behind Piccolos feet, by midday then had not stopped jogging but this was only the beginning the warm up. Now the real training would begin with Bongo as the student learning the art of ki, how to harness it, control it and use it to ones advantage.

"Can you feel it yet?"

Piccolo firmly said Bongo whom sat on the ground lotus

Style as Piccolo had instructed, his eyes were shut and his fists clenched tightly into balls on his lap he tried to sense the small ball of energy that he must bring out in order to control and use his ki.

"No….I.. Can't" releasing his tightly clutched fists Bongo slumped over, stressed at the futile attempt of trying to locate his power.

"You have not been listening" Piccolo stated his arms crossed over his chest he stared down at Bongo.

"I'm never going to get this Piccolo" Bellowed Bongo in a low tone disheartened he didn't know why he could not do it.

"Quit your bellowing, try again" Piccolos unchanged expression intently watched as Bongo raised his head to glance up at Piccolo and nod a response.

Bongo once again still in the lotus position clutched his fists tightly and co-ordinate blocking out all thought his eyes closing he imagines nothingness he stared into the blackness of his lowered eyelids, deep down into the very center of himself he searched.

Sweat began to drip from Bongos eyebrow ridges trickling down the bridge of his nose and landing on his gi, he persisted going deeper until finally he saw it he was not sure if he had opened his eyes without realizing or staring right at it, his ki if was a small florescent green glow fading then reappearing.

"I can see it"

Bongo did not dare change his position fearing he may lose what he finally accomplished after days of jogging and mental training; the glowing light was surrounded by darkness as if sleeping.

"Good, now focus on it move it around with your mind"

Piccolo instructed as he watched Bongo take a deep breath.

Bongo concentrated to make the the small glowing light move to the left he spoke with his mind focusing on the light that was fading in and out before him, then it color grew richer still fading in and out is seemed as it it had awaken from a deep sleep. Which is exactly what was happening he was awakening his ki.

"Move it toward the ground"

Piccolo careful not to break his siblings concentration he was anxious for Bongo to learn to fly it would make training and traveling much more worthwhile.

Piccolo had an imprint on how to use everything he had to locate his ki, summon up energy even how to punch, kick, block and dodge correctly he seemed to be a born warrior no where near as strong as Goku he was determined to do whatever it took to make it that far.

Bongo begun perspire

Again, a snarl crossed his face, his feet tensed up, he could see the glowing ki moving ever so slightly downwards a trail of green light following it. A new sensation entered Bongo's body felt light the rough ground beneath him seemed to disappear; his hands were starting to sting with pins and needles causing his to wince from the slight discomfort.

Piccolo looked on, a smirk crossing his face he was impressed his weak defenseless brother was making an impression but Piccolo was not in awe for long he knew this was not even the beginning, especially for someone with little experience as Bongo he would put him through his paces.

Piccolo remembered the day Bongo hatched from the egg approximately 2 months after himself the egg containing Piccolo was deposited after the fight with Goku just before Damaioh died, but another egg was also deposited after Piccolo unknowingly to him, this egg contained Bongo. Damaioh did not realize that his younger son would have a pure heart due to Damaioh being once half of Kami it was possible for him to be born without the evil intensions his father had intended

Piccolo then turned his attention back to Bongo finding him still levitated above a couple of inches from the ground he was almost proud of him.

*At this rate he might fly by the end of the week*

Thought Piccolo, then he saw the pained expression on Bongos face but put in no effort to ease it.

Bongo could not handle the painful stings to his palms his wincing had turns into low yelps, finally he screamed out not handling the pain anymore he dropped from the air loosing all concentration he his the ground with a light thud.

"I could not hold on it hurt too much"

Bongo rubbed his hands from the sensation he had felt, but he could not believe what he had accomplished it had to be worth something.

"That's enough of that for today, now we jog"

Piccolo watched as the smaller form beneath him fiddled with his hands and became frustrated. Before turning to restart their jogging he snapped.

"DON'T BE WEAK, you will go through mush worst pain than this"

Bongo jumped back in surprise, jumping to his feet he nodded he was also a little afraid how far would Piccolo go he knew very well that his brother was stronger than him but it frightened him to think what he could do to him with that strength, especially during sparring sessions. Piccolo briefly mentioned that sparring means you fight like it was real, you just don't kill your opponent.

"Yes sensei"

Bongo then followed Piccolo further down the dusty track; the dust had settled it was making it much easier for Bongo to keep up he was able to breath now.

It was around four in the afternoon though they had no time piece to assist Piccolo relied on the position of the sun to tell him, whilst passing under a canopy of birch trees then slowed a sudden shatter of branches in the above canopy caused Piccolo to stop in his tracks, careful to avoid his brother Bongo stopped a few feet behind Piccolo.

"What is it Picc…" Piccolo raised his hand to hush Bongo. His ears wide open hearing the air passing them he kept still absorbing every sound like a sponge.

Bongo now began worrying what could be wrong? Suddenly a loud cracking sound came from above, they lifted their gazes and gasped at what was headed for then

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