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"Gokou, we can wait here, or we can bring the battle to him." he stated. "I believe he at least knows how to read our ki, so there is no use in hiding."
Gokou turned towards the magestic namekian warrior, beholding his off-white cape flapping brazenly within the air, the morning had steadily been creeping on towards noon as the sun rose like a bright disk overhead. Sheilding his eyes from the glare, he caught sight of his son standing nervously near him, part of him itching to fight, part of him wanting to rush home to the safety of his mother and his schoolbooks.
"It's okay, son." He said, reaching out to touch Gohan's shoulder, the small contact seeming to give the boy strength of an emotional kind; "We'll handle this together. Piccolo," He said, as his son relaxed and narrowed his dark eyes in determination and anticipation, casting his eyes towards Piccolo once more; "We have to lure him away from any innocent people! Let's go!"
A flash against the azure skies, dotted with puffs of unasuming clouds, Gokou, Gohan and Piccolo were an amber, and green glow cutting through the heavens, zig-zagging near and apart from each other keeping up a steady dialog as to what to do once they located their quarry.
"We have to have some plan of attack, Dad!" Gohan called, riding in his father's wake, yelling to make his voice heard above the wind as he struggled to keep pace with his father and mentor's velocity.
"I know, Gohan," Piccolo nodded back to him, shaking his emerald visage a bit to rid it of the buff-hued cape smacking against his face, "Your Dad knows what to do...Just follow our lead..."
"I'll be ready!"
Sorry it's so short...
~Ami