Post by Son Goten on Jan 9, 2012 16:04:19 GMT -5
"Yaaaaah!", the youth released a howl as his body began falling to the ground. His legs had been swept out from underneath him, through no fault of his own. His opponent in this brief spar was his father and mentor, Son Goku. Ever since his return to Earth, he had taken over with the boy's rather lax training. Usually, Goten could find a reason to skip out. Ever since discovering women, he had taken a long hiatus from his growth. Not to say the boy wasn't grown; he was already eighteen!
His body slammed against the soft grass with a thud and puff of dirt, conjuring what could be a groan from between his lips. This was the third time Dad had knocked him down already! If he kept up like this, he'd never be as strong as his father or brother. Still, it didn't hurt to try. Son Goten was his father's child, and he wasn't a quitter. Smiling warmly as he glanced up at Dear old[/u][/i] dad, the boy placed one palm flat on the ground, in order to prop himself up in a second.
"Man, dad! I wish I was that strong. Heh, I can see how you used to be the Grand Champion! Y'know though, I came pretty close with Trunks."
It was true, he had been the runner up to the youth tournament three years running. Somehow, however, Trunks had always managed to trick him out of a victory. Not to say it hadn't been close each time, no. The crowd was always dazzled by their fierce aerial displays, and shocked by the brightness of their energy displays. Truth be told, Goten liked putting on a show. His dad had taught him how to use his energy, so he didn't mind getting into a firefight or two with his opponent.
Right now however, it was his lack of ability in melee combat that had placed him on the ground. As he rose up from the dirt, he asked his father for a little bit of father-son-dynasty advice. What could asking the world's strongest man hurt? It's not like his dad would ever keep a secret from him! Grinning wildly whilst placing a warm hand inside of his raven-mane, Goten spoke. "Could you show me how to do that leg kick-thing again? I can so use that later on."
As he awaited his father's answer, he went to work on patting himself down. A large amount of dirt had gathered on his training clothes; the orange gi his father had given him was now covered in green stains, likely from his body hitting the grass so much. Still, maybe with that leg sweep, he could get his dad down at least once before their training session ended for the day. No way was he going to go down each time! At least, that's what his dad would say.
A lot of people said Goten was just like his father. Absent minded, powerful, and striking. The visual resemblance between them was only marred by Goten's recently grown out shaggy hair, a byproduct of his easy living as of late. Planet Vegeta had done a little to toughen him up, so his skin was no longer as soft as it had been, but as he was already stronger than a lotta Saiyans, he didn't usually have to worry about being beaten up. Not that they didn't try, of course!
Smiling as he awaited his father's response, Goten finally finished patting himself down. All things considered, he was proud to have gotten the chance to come to Vegeta with his father and Saiyan-relatives. While he didn't really enjoy all the learning he had been forced to do by Vegeta and his Grandpa, there were some pretty hot Saiyan women. Pretty hot Saiyan women who were prude, but they were still pretty hot-- and Goten had always been a sucker for pretty girls.
Okay, except that one time Eighteen had beaten him up, but that didn't count.
"Please, dad?"[/color]
WC:709
His body slammed against the soft grass with a thud and puff of dirt, conjuring what could be a groan from between his lips. This was the third time Dad had knocked him down already! If he kept up like this, he'd never be as strong as his father or brother. Still, it didn't hurt to try. Son Goten was his father's child, and he wasn't a quitter. Smiling warmly as he glanced up at Dear old[/u][/i] dad, the boy placed one palm flat on the ground, in order to prop himself up in a second.
"Man, dad! I wish I was that strong. Heh, I can see how you used to be the Grand Champion! Y'know though, I came pretty close with Trunks."
It was true, he had been the runner up to the youth tournament three years running. Somehow, however, Trunks had always managed to trick him out of a victory. Not to say it hadn't been close each time, no. The crowd was always dazzled by their fierce aerial displays, and shocked by the brightness of their energy displays. Truth be told, Goten liked putting on a show. His dad had taught him how to use his energy, so he didn't mind getting into a firefight or two with his opponent.
Right now however, it was his lack of ability in melee combat that had placed him on the ground. As he rose up from the dirt, he asked his father for a little bit of father-son-dynasty advice. What could asking the world's strongest man hurt? It's not like his dad would ever keep a secret from him! Grinning wildly whilst placing a warm hand inside of his raven-mane, Goten spoke. "Could you show me how to do that leg kick-thing again? I can so use that later on."
As he awaited his father's answer, he went to work on patting himself down. A large amount of dirt had gathered on his training clothes; the orange gi his father had given him was now covered in green stains, likely from his body hitting the grass so much. Still, maybe with that leg sweep, he could get his dad down at least once before their training session ended for the day. No way was he going to go down each time! At least, that's what his dad would say.
A lot of people said Goten was just like his father. Absent minded, powerful, and striking. The visual resemblance between them was only marred by Goten's recently grown out shaggy hair, a byproduct of his easy living as of late. Planet Vegeta had done a little to toughen him up, so his skin was no longer as soft as it had been, but as he was already stronger than a lotta Saiyans, he didn't usually have to worry about being beaten up. Not that they didn't try, of course!
Smiling as he awaited his father's response, Goten finally finished patting himself down. All things considered, he was proud to have gotten the chance to come to Vegeta with his father and Saiyan-relatives. While he didn't really enjoy all the learning he had been forced to do by Vegeta and his Grandpa, there were some pretty hot Saiyan women. Pretty hot Saiyan women who were prude, but they were still pretty hot-- and Goten had always been a sucker for pretty girls.
Okay, except that one time Eighteen had beaten him up, but that didn't count.
"Please, dad?"[/color]
WC:709
