Post by Son Goten on Jan 9, 2012 17:57:11 GMT -5
Wonder filled the stadium, as smoke erupted from the base of a grand stage. Saiyans in the crowd erupted into a forceful cheer that shook the very foundations of Vegeta City, cheering on their lord and master prior to his actual appearance. In the very front row, stood a rather different looking Saiyan, clamoring to get a good view of the event transpiring before him. Saiyan King Vegeta was about to give one of his many speeches to the public, and demonstrations of his power. Such was common in a kingdom of alpha males, as one always had to fight for supremacy.
Goten? He couldn't care less who was stronger than him here. Gohan and Dad were probably way stronger than anyone else on the planet, so he didn't really have to worry that much. Being third or fourth place didn't bother him; he'd taken second to Trunks for like seventeen years! Still, he had to admit that he found himself pleasantly excited for this event. He hadn't seen Mr.Vegeta before, and had long wondered what Trunks' other grandpa had looked like. Was he mustachio'd like Mr.Briefs? Or was he bearded?
Those were the hard hitting and important questions that rocked around inside of Goten's mind, forcing his body to excrete small bits of ki energy that had begun forming a blue aura around him. As with his dad before him, he was excited at the prospect of observing someone so naturally talented. The Saiyan Elites were no force to be jokin' around with; at least, that's what Mom had told him before he left for Vegeta. That hadn't stopped him from joking around with a few of their women though, or getting chased down by their angry mates.
The frenzy became more and more intense as the smoke grew thicker, signalling the grand entrance of the eldest member of Trunks' family. Goten pushed both hands against the metallic railing before him, leaning up against it in excitement and anticipation. King Vegeta was almost there! Hopefully, he wouldn't mind that Goten was wearing his Earth clothes! A shirt that said his name on it was a bit flashy, especially for the Alpha male Saiyans in the arena, who had obviously been paying close attention to Goten all night.
Not that he cared. Goten was a pretty happy kid, and didn't mind that the people around him could care less for him. His friends liked him, and that was all that mattered in his mind. Dad didn't dwell on anyone who didn't like him, neither did Gohan, so Goten wouldn't either. Smiling broadly as two large velvet curtains parted, the youth watched as a plethora of body guards exploded out onto the stage, flanking what must have been their king on all sides. Apparently, he was to be well protected against any kind of threat.
But who would wanna hurt a Vegeta? Mister Vegeta was such a nice guy, so his dad had to be pretty cool. Maybe a little grumpy, but pretty cool. As the crowd continued to get pumped up, Goten felt his body get flung over the handrail, sent topsy turvy by the jumping and shouting mass behind it, something that was not his fault remotely. Flailing his arms as fell toward the ground, the young half-breed could feel all eyes suddenly shift toward him. The crowd had quickly grown quiet and restless as this green-shirted up and comer. He had already proven himself too cocky and arrogant for the liking of the Saiyan Elite.
To think, all he had done was fall over a little guard rail. Glancing back up whilst checking his head for any bumps or unsightly marks, Goten put on a face of true guilt. He hadn't meant to do it! This was all that big guy's fault. That big bald guy in the first row. If he hadn't have shoved him, he'd have been fine! Frowning as several groups of Royal Guardsmen approached the edge of the stage to get a peek at him, Goten stood up.
They didn't look to be very happy with him. Trying to brush it off as accident, Goten gave defending himself a go. He was never the kinda guy to blame others, even if it was their fault. Nervously frowning, he placed two hands up defensively.
"Now now, guys...We don't need to get antsy or anything!Right...?"
WC: 757
Goten? He couldn't care less who was stronger than him here. Gohan and Dad were probably way stronger than anyone else on the planet, so he didn't really have to worry that much. Being third or fourth place didn't bother him; he'd taken second to Trunks for like seventeen years! Still, he had to admit that he found himself pleasantly excited for this event. He hadn't seen Mr.Vegeta before, and had long wondered what Trunks' other grandpa had looked like. Was he mustachio'd like Mr.Briefs? Or was he bearded?
Those were the hard hitting and important questions that rocked around inside of Goten's mind, forcing his body to excrete small bits of ki energy that had begun forming a blue aura around him. As with his dad before him, he was excited at the prospect of observing someone so naturally talented. The Saiyan Elites were no force to be jokin' around with; at least, that's what Mom had told him before he left for Vegeta. That hadn't stopped him from joking around with a few of their women though, or getting chased down by their angry mates.
The frenzy became more and more intense as the smoke grew thicker, signalling the grand entrance of the eldest member of Trunks' family. Goten pushed both hands against the metallic railing before him, leaning up against it in excitement and anticipation. King Vegeta was almost there! Hopefully, he wouldn't mind that Goten was wearing his Earth clothes! A shirt that said his name on it was a bit flashy, especially for the Alpha male Saiyans in the arena, who had obviously been paying close attention to Goten all night.
Not that he cared. Goten was a pretty happy kid, and didn't mind that the people around him could care less for him. His friends liked him, and that was all that mattered in his mind. Dad didn't dwell on anyone who didn't like him, neither did Gohan, so Goten wouldn't either. Smiling broadly as two large velvet curtains parted, the youth watched as a plethora of body guards exploded out onto the stage, flanking what must have been their king on all sides. Apparently, he was to be well protected against any kind of threat.
But who would wanna hurt a Vegeta? Mister Vegeta was such a nice guy, so his dad had to be pretty cool. Maybe a little grumpy, but pretty cool. As the crowd continued to get pumped up, Goten felt his body get flung over the handrail, sent topsy turvy by the jumping and shouting mass behind it, something that was not his fault remotely. Flailing his arms as fell toward the ground, the young half-breed could feel all eyes suddenly shift toward him. The crowd had quickly grown quiet and restless as this green-shirted up and comer. He had already proven himself too cocky and arrogant for the liking of the Saiyan Elite.
To think, all he had done was fall over a little guard rail. Glancing back up whilst checking his head for any bumps or unsightly marks, Goten put on a face of true guilt. He hadn't meant to do it! This was all that big guy's fault. That big bald guy in the first row. If he hadn't have shoved him, he'd have been fine! Frowning as several groups of Royal Guardsmen approached the edge of the stage to get a peek at him, Goten stood up.
They didn't look to be very happy with him. Trying to brush it off as accident, Goten gave defending himself a go. He was never the kinda guy to blame others, even if it was their fault. Nervously frowning, he placed two hands up defensively.
"Now now, guys...We don't need to get antsy or anything!Right...?"
WC: 757
