Mollusc had been searching long and hard for an answer on Namek. Perhaps it was just his drive to have a purpose or maybe a void that was made by dying and coming back. He was not sure but what he did know was it was eating away at him. Not knowing why he was brought back at him was bothering him. He had tried to ask Chime and while Chime had given some good advice it still was not what he was looking for. Next he decided to go to Namek and find out himself. He got nothing out of it so he had no choice. While he had not meet the Guru of Namek too much he was hoping he'd would have the advice he was looking for. After all Oboe might have a different way of looking at things that could give Mollusc the insight he was looking for. Mollusc had just arrived in the Grand Elder Village and was trying to sense where the Guru was. He didn't think about asking anyone like he did last time. Guess despite months of experience he really had not learned all that much in terms of asking for help.
Grand Elder Village was a wonderous and quiet hamlet where the previous Guru’s of Namek had constantly resided. Though Oboe had changed that up a bit, having deemed his own home, Oros Village, a far more prevalent location for him to reside, he nevertheless visited this village daily as it wasn’t too far from his own. At this time, among the Grand Elders and some of the many Warriors that guarded this village, Oboe had been presenting his ideas towards the expansion of Namek. He’d already granted Keytar and the Nametechnicians permission to begin reconstructing their home above ground in the Northern Scar – their efforts to terraform the land to something more exotic and livable having excited the Guru immensely.
In the middle of a break period, Oboe had left and went off in search of refreshments – his need for water causing him great discomfort. Making his way towards the center of the village where the communal fountain resided, the Guru of Namek would lean in and begin partaking in the greenish clear liquid. The water refreshed his mind and soul as its crisp cold taste satisfied hunger and hydration alike. Gazing up, he noticed a spectral figure moving about the hamlet without direction.
He’d known of the Namekian before, having encountered him in his own Village what felt like ages ago, and having only just recently run into him a few times without much time for conversation. He’d always been curious as to the nature of the Namekian whom had grown up on Planet Vegeta and the way he’d lived his life, though seeing the ghastly form of his insubstantial figure – Oboe realized that his life must’ve been full of hardship and pain. After all, one doesn’t simply ‘die’ from a happy existence without strife now do they?
Waving over to the Namekian, Oboe cried out;
“Mollusc! How good it is to see you again, Brother. What brings you to Grand Elder Village? Has Namek been helping satisfy your mind?”
He wasn’t quite sure how to approach a Ghost on the issue of Life. He wasn’t quite sure what the other had decided to do with his spare time and was certain that whatever unfinished businesses he’d held in his heart to not allow him to embrace the peace of eternal rest couldn’t of been good for either himself or the people around him. Still, Guru’s nature was to his people and to nurture and care for them whether or not they were from Namek or not. To that end, he’d hoped to enter into some conversation with the Ghost and see if he could be of assistance in find eternal peace.
Mollusc turned as a voice called out his name. Guess he didn't have to search for Oboe this time he found him. Guess he was in his village and Mollusc was quite strong. When someone sensed his power they would want to check it out he'd imagined. He was glad to find him. He'd walked over to meet him and hold his hand out to shake Oboe's own. "It is nice to see you Lord Guru. I hope life is treating you well. Namek has been quite well for me. It has been a good place to regroup myself however I was hoping to find more than I actually have. When I was killed on Vegeta I went to heaven and meet King Yemma. When he sent me to Heaven it all blacked out for me. I believe someone or something dragged me back to the world of living as if my time was not done despite my death." Mollusc shook his head. He assumed it was Porunga but he'd not speak that to Oboe. He had no proof but maybe Oboe would say something to prove that theory. "I already talked with Earth Guru I was hoping you'd have the answer since he does not." Mollusc bowed his head to Oboe.
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As the two shook hands, Oboe smiled with warmth. He was genuinely happy to see Mollusc again – having heard that the young Namekian had been murdered on Planet Vegeta by the Saiyan Queen, Oboe thought he’d never once lay eyes on the once powerful ‘Super’ Namekian. Much had transpired it seemed in the life of Mollusc, his last viewing of the young warrior caste had been six or seven months prior when he was still questioning the nature of ‘Porunga’, the sacred dragon deity of their people. He’d offered what he could in the form of an explanation but had found that such things weren’t what the other had been searching for.
Nevertheless, though their interaction had been brief, upon becoming Guru he had suddenly felt a more kindred nature towards the Namekian whom was raised on Planet Vegeta. Though the other did not share in many of their cultural ways, he had done his best to understand and live among his people as one of them. It had been a fruitful endeavor until the day of his death. Smiling as he mentioned that Namek had been good for gathering his thoughts, Oboe nodded.
“Yes. I’d assumed being here may have helped sooth the trouble lurking in your soul, in your mind.”
As Mollusc explained his death on Planet Vegeta, Oboe cringed visibly. He had been the largest advocate for peace among the saiyans, though as it slowly was becoming apparent – such natures may have been considered self-serving or one sided. As the ghastly figure spoke of his experience with death and the sudden wrenching feeling of being brought back – forcibly – to the realm of the living, Oboe’s expression turned from warmth to shock. Never in his life had he heard of a Namekian once dead returning from the otherworld, let alone as a ghost. Curious. His comment about speaking to Chime made him grin – he missed the small Earth Guru.
“Hrm…That is a unique one. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of something like that occurring before – nor has any of the other elders that reside within me now. Their memories, their experiences, there might be something there but nothing that’s coming to mind…Though…”
Oboe considered his words carefully as he thought on the subject. Having met Bass and dealt with memetic regeneration, having encountered Oud and saw the darker sides of the Mazoku – Guru had only one real thought to the mater.
“If I’m considering your situation calmly…I’d say it almost sounds as if your duties in the living realm; whatever the circumstances of your destiny may have been put into play in a more direct manner. It’s clear that from the sounds of what you just said, something else in this grand mysterious universe had not yet deemed you ready to pass on. Whatever it could’ve been, perhaps its related to our patron saint. After all, that might explain your more…draconic appearance as of late.”
Oboe of course was referring to the long whiskers and strange head fin now adorning the Namekians head. Though some mutations weren’t uncommon, he’d never once seen another of his people look so much like the living representation of Porguna before. It was a strange thing. Still, he hoped that some of what he said could provide some guidance for the Namekian.
“Tell me, Mollusc, what did exactly happen between you and the Saiyan Queen? For the good of our people I’ve not inquired further to the issue from the Saiyans that are here on Planet now. What transpired between you and Kayen? Why did she kill you?”
It was no joke; Having heard from others that Mollusc had been killed, it was he more than anyone that had been surprised by his sudden appearance. Curious as to the why, He had finally asked what had been eating away at him sicne his last few brief encounters with the ghost.
"So far it has not done what was I hoping. Namek has not done much in the way of soothing." It was more of putting himself in a pressure cooker. Eventually, he'd have enough and demand to find answers through any means necessary. He supposed while he was on Namek however, he'd be able to keep his cool. Namek was already a place of conflict there was no need to try to start more. When Mollusc asked if Oboe knew anything Oboe gave him the answer he'd didn't want to hear. He was also not in the know about how this could happen to him. He keeps his face monotone not trying to show off the anger he had below. He knew it was not Oboe's fault he could not expect the Guru to be all-knowing but it was still frustrating knowing he hit a dead end.
Yet, as he began to lose hope Oboe did have some thoughts. Maybe not an exact answer but at least some idea of what was going on. He'd give a light smile as Oboe explained that something or someone had deemed him unable to pass. That he had to do something still in the living world. Mollusc gave a nod it was somewhat the same thought he remembered Chime giving to him back on Earth. He supposed with both Guru's had that as their answer then there was a high chance that was the answer. "I doubt its Porunga I think the form change just being a ghost maybe it being my inner spirit," Mollusc grunted. He'd like it to be Porunga but he'd rather not put his money on it.
Then Oboe asked the big questions about what had happened between him and Kayen. Mollusc eyes narrowed before he let out a sigh. "Kayen is a threat. I'm deadset on that I saw how people I knew were becoming different crueler to their foes. I challenged Kayen to a fight for the Saiyan Crown. I thought If I could beat her then I could fix everything. I was confident in my abilities but I underestimated her. I thought that my form was lacking the weakness of the Super Saiyan but they were much the same. I ran out of Stamina first and then she killed me. It was a battle to the death. I knew that could have happened though I didn't want to kill her. I've learned to know that killing people usually will not solve the problem plus death is not all that permanent. With the Dragonballs and this." He'd pointed at himself.
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He felt bad that the answers he gave the Spirit had not been satisfactory. He could tell from the lack of emotion on his face that he’d been dissuaded an answer that only King Yemma might be able to give. Still, it was the information about his death that Oboe had found the most riveting. Oboe’s face went through a series of emotions as Mollusc explained his tale. It wasn’t that he’d not expected there to be some conflict with their oldest allies in this new world – but to hear that the new Queen, Nashua’s Queen, had deemed Mollusc fit for death? It was indescribable.
Mollusc described his “Form” and that caused a curious glance from Oboe. Guru himself had recently unlocked some new power, completely confident in his new abilities and status on the pecking order. However, as the Namekian continued, Oboe learned that it was in the ascended states of their peoples being that he had been defeated which led to the curiousity and question in his own mind; How strong was the Saiyan Queen? When he’d first met Mollusc – months and months ago – the Namekian was easily the strongest he’d ever met; his levels of spiritual prowess more than anything any other born on the planet had ever held.
So if she was capable of Fighting him in Super Saiyan, and winning, what stops them from waging a war on my people? It’s clear our strongest couldn’t defeat her…how could we?
Shaking the negative thoughts from his mind, he laughed weakly at the comment about the Dragon Balls. After all, Mollusc wasn’t wrong;
“-That must’ve been quite the experience…I thank you for sharing it though it leaves me with concerns about the rest of our Saiyan Allies…still, you accepted the risks and you’ve taken responsibility for your own parts. You’re still an honorable warrior and Namekian. Though, I wont deny our Dragon Balls do have the power to reverse the cosmic clock, It’s getting to be a habit where this universe tries to fix its problems with a bandage rather than address the greater concern of why these things continue to happen…”
Oboe went on to explain how he believed the Dragon Balls themselves a Crutch for mortal kind. He described his own disdain for how many races not only knew of their existence but clamored to Namek every time they were active to obtain their earthly desires. With everything that had happened in the short time since the Asteroids had been removed from Orbit, was it really fair to Planet Namek to continue using and abusing its people such as this?
These moral questions continued to plague him and it wasn’t hard for him to open up a bit to the other Namekian – even if he was just a Ghost. He trusted all of his brothers, regardless of upbringing, which could either be the best…or worse thing about him.
"It was fine. Death was not so bad if i'm honest. It allowed me to see more clearly. It is hard to explain." Mollusc rubbed the back of his head. Oboe then noted concerns for the rest of the saiyans. Mollusc gave a nod. "The only one among them I'd trust at all is Nashua. Even though she tried to stop me from fighting Kayen I think she only did that to try to save me. She is still apart of their forces but I think it came down to fighting for good or evil she'd fight for the right side." Mollusc bowed his head to Oboe. Ramen, Vocado, Kayen and the rest of them he knew could not be trusted. Either he didn't know them well enough or he knew their hearts were coiled in darkness. He also nodded to an agreement with Oboe statement after. The dragonballs while useful were not doing anything to truly fix the state of the universe. Merely reverse the horrible actions of some groups. "That begs me to ask Lord Guru. I don't mean to be arrogant by saying this but why keep the dragonballs? What the point of having them if people will not change but instead just pretend to fix the problems."
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To see more clearly? How curious a statement. Though he was aware of the afterlife, having travelled there himself on the declaration of King Yemma, Oboe had never once considered the concept of death itself to be enlightening. Though in comparison to those Namekians whom had been reborn by memetic transference – Bass, Steno – Oboe was still very much a child. There was much he had yet to experience and if he was lucky there was much he would NEVER experience simply due to the nature of what such things would mean. Still, he had to admit, the level of spiritual presence radiating off of the specter was enough to cause Oboe pause. Perhaps there was something to dying and being reborn after all.
“Hmm…I’d argue that Ochra and Tarch are also good-natured individuals…but, if you say such things Brother I have no reason to doubt you. A Namekian would never lie to another of his kind about such things…though that does give me reason to be concerned…”
Mollusc’s view on Nashua mirrored his own, but his lack of trust in the other Saiyans did cause him trepidation. As an individual, Oboe knew he could trust Ochra – the Saiyan had never done him wrong and when he’d needed him most, it was he who had not been there for him. The Saiyan had lost a limb…something he wouldn’t have had the Guru of Namek been able to keep his promise. If not for the fact that his ship careened off course towards Earth, he’d of been there.
But then you wouldn’t of become our protector, our leader. All things happen for a reason my Guru…
The familiar voice of his former Guardian, now merged within him, gave him reason to nod – though to Mollusc it may not have seemed much of a motion at all. That’s when the spectral Namekian finally asked the heaviest question that could be positioned towards him. A statement that had been mirrored more than a few times by his brothers in arms.
“…Ive given that a lot of thought myself, Mollusc. When I crafted the Dragon Balls once more it was more of a yearning, a need to do so. I can’t quite explain it to you in words but…it was a compulsion, something I had to do. Whether it was due to previous Guru’s and their traditions or something else, I cannot describe. However,” Oboe gave this last bit a pause as he thought of the right words;
“I believe a time may come – very soon – where the Dragon Balls might need to be restricted to our people alone. You’re not wrong, as long as they exist we will always have those who wish to overwrite their mistakes without paying penance for their own actions. We’ll constantly have people die only to be brought back. Its not right, it messes with the natural order…and im sure after a time or so...the beings that control Otherworld may come to make ME pay for my own crimes…my crimes of crafting such objects in the first place.”
He sighed heavily;
“In my own way, I’m a criminal to our people. I've damned my own brothers and brought most of the pain and suffering they’ve felt as of late back to our home. If I’d of been stronger, more capable of resisting the drive to create the spheres…maybe…just maybe…”
Oboe trailed off. It was clear he was feeling an internal confliction about such topics. It was rare to see a Guru open up this intently, but Oboe wasn’t like the previous leaders of Namek. He was a Namek of Namek, he kept himself present and visible to all of his brethren and did everything in his power to protect them. He would do EVERYTHNIG in his ability – no matter the cost – to keep them safe, and it was in this…that he was finding the hard reality of failure a cruel mistress.
When Oboe mentioned Orcha and Tarch he nodded. "I was not thinking about them. They are both in my mind not apart of the Kingdom as it now at least Tarch. He's a good kid who just wants to do what he can to help everyone. I sometimes I wished to him he didn't want me to fight Kayen. It would be wise but I was stubborn." Mollusc shook his head. "Orcha is a bit stubborn too but I suppose he is not the worst." He really didn't like him but he didn't seem to be a bad guy. Just someone he didn't have much fondness for. "Regardless you will know who to trust better than me. I'm a bitter man at this point. I don't trust anyone but myself if I'm quite honest. I am not good with people." Mollusc gave a light shrug.
Then he mentioned his reasons for the dragon balls. Merely it was a whim like he was supposed to do it. Mollusc nodded he could understand it. He uses to believe in destiny so he could understand if Oboe felt compelled to create them they could do a lot of good but also a terrible deal of evil. How people could use them and he may need to pay for his crimes from the lord of the other world. Mollusc shrugged. "That King Yemma fellow seemed quite reasonable. I only ask since they can be used for bad and without control. I am unsure that you can really restrict them without fighting. Not to say you can't do that but I am unsure what would be for the best." Mollusc sighed. "I wish I had some answer to my own problems and yours yet I don't have a single one."
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“No, you’re right. It may some day come to me to refuse access to our Wish Spheres. I may have to confront whomever comes for them and deny them by force if needed. I just…worry, as I may not be enough. There are many like minded Namekians on our world with the same concerns, I feel some times I may be letting them down…”
Oboe found it easy to open up to Mollusc; The Namekian had seen a lot in his previous life, before death, and his experience bore wisdom that Guru found enlightening. Nevertheless He considered the weight of of the words he spoke and then considered how worldly Mollusc had been. Surely such a well versed Namekian would’ve understood their plight? Perhaps even he would desire to protect their homeworld.
“Mollusc…there’s…a group of Namekians – one that Ive been forming slowly – that are dedicated to the protection of our world and the insurance that our Dragon Balls not be used for Evil..I know you’re not quite the same as you used to be but perhaps…would you wish to join this group? This…Concordia of Namekians? I believe that someone with your experience could truly help our new generation…show them a path that I cannot as Ive not left the world as frequently as you have..”
He was curious what the other would say. After all, this was quite the strange request. How often would someone ask you to join a group of such radical importance? Whomever agreed would surely, one day, put themselves at riske in the defense of the ideals of such an organization and yet…he had to ask. Oboe knew that his brothers weren’t as strong as the few, and Mollusc’s ancestory to their homeworld surely must’ve held some semblance of of feeling for him. He hoped he’d say yes…
"You're not letting anyone down," Mollusc said looking at the Guru. "I don't envy your position. If you just get rid of them you don't know how people will react." He knew some would understand but once something tragic happened would they be so reasonable. When someone lost something they seemed to lose what reason they had for keeping balance. He just had to hope he supposed that day would not come. Then Oboe explained there was a group of namekian who were forming to protect Namek and keep it safe from Namek. Something called the Concordia of Namekians. He wanted him to join this group of warriors. Mollusc rubbed his chin trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He was not as strong as he uses to be if a true threat came he couldn't help that much. Then again maybe that was where he was supposed to be. Mollusc wanted to say yes but he felt he needed time to be sure. Mollusc finally sighed. "I don't know Oboe. It is not as if I don't think that'd be good for me to be here. Defend the planet and maybe I'll find out more. Yet, I think I need time to decide what I need to do. Hopefully, I'll be able to give you a new answer in the future." Mollusc bowed his head in respect.
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Mollusc’s words were kind and welcome. Whether the other knew it or not, Oboe did sincerely appreciate his candor and opinion. Not many of his people had left for the sea of stars and had the sort of life that he had. Mollusc had become something of a legend to his own people considering the tales that had followed from space. He had become a warrior of great renown, so much so that even Death hadn’t taken the Namekian out of the game. It also helped that his words were honest and true – should Oboe had decided to remove the Dragon Balls from existence on Namek, how too would his own brothers had reacted to it? To the knowledge they’d never summon their great god again? What was worse…what would the other races do?
“A slippery slope that I walk, I nary wish this upon any…” there was a sadness to this statement, but it was washed away the moment Mollusc regarded his request for the other to join the Concordia – Namek’s line of defense. He had respected the response with a warm smile and a friendly nod; He did not wish to push the other into a decision, rather, desiring it come naturally.
“I understand, Mollusc, and of course will give you the time you need to consider this. Please – just know – that your presence would be of great comfort to many; Whether you’re aware of it or not – your exploits have made you…somewhat of a Hero to the current young generation. Not many of our kind have the sort of pilgrimage that you’ve experienced. I believe with those stories come a wisdom and insight that could be of great help to our future. Please, take your time and think hard on this…”
Oboe would nod at the other with a very grandfatherly look. For a time, the pair would sit there in silence. Guru didn’t have too much more to say to him. There was a silent understanding that he held with the spirit that didn’t require words. Maybe it was because of how intrinsically he was connected to each Namekian now, or, perhaps it was because of his own experiences. Either way, the silence in its own right was a welcome reward. However, as time continued – Oboe realized there was much more he had to do.
“…as Much as I’d love to continue sitting with you Mollusc – there is much to do in the day and Ive other villages to meet with. Please, when you have some more time, why don’t you come to Oros Village? I’m sure we can have a much more indepth conversation.” With a smile and a nod, Oboe would stand and offer his hand so to thank the other for his ear and head off on his way;
Mollusc nodded as Oboe seemed to understand his choice. He was glad that the Guru was willing to let him think on the matter. Mollusc could understand that he could be a help to be being with the people of Namek. He was unsure why the people would see him as a hero though. He went around and really had not done much. Hell, he bascailly got himself killed by Kayen that was all he really had done. Mollusc still would like to be a hero, at least to some people. He could teach a lot of people on Namek on how they should act instead of being reckless like him. To make them able to protect Namek but also to be good people. Mollusc stepped forward as Oboe explained that he needed to go. He did have a planet to keep at peace. "I'll come to the Village at some point. Thank you, Lord Guru may Porunga guide your steps." He didn't believe but he'd at least want to be respectful to the Guru. He'd shake his hand and as Oboe went off he'd head on his own way leaving the town to find a place to think in peace.
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