Fight Club

[Son Goten]

Goten lifted his head sleepily, glancing at the clock with a mixture of fear and disappointment. Had the morning really come so quickly to Planet Vegeta? Or, what he could see as morning. In reality, it was almost always sunny. The only time it was dark was for an hour or two at night; at least, that was the part of Vegeta he had seen so far. Vegeta city was almost always lit up with some kind of lights, nullifying any kind of darkness that the planet had naturally. It was difficult to get any kind of actual sleep there at night, so the young man had reverted to Earth Hours for his sleeping time.

He went to bed when his watch told him that it was eight PM, and woke back up when his watch told him it was eight AM. Thankfully, Planet Vegeta's hours were similar enough to work well enough for him. Yeah, he missed all of the Royal Speeches and parades, but he didn't really care. He hadn't really been very interested in Planet Vegeta's culture; he was more interested in the pretty girls wearing skimpy outfits and the tan the sun was giving him. So, on this particular morning, he didn't really care for the time. It was time for him to wake up.

Allowing his head a moment's respite on the warm pillow beneath him, he noted the amount of sweat that had gathered there. He'd been having some scary nightmares as of late; Vegeta had been coming to his house in his dreams, and eating all of his food. Then he'd left a baby on the doorstep, that he could only assume was Bulla. He'd never met the man's daughter, truth be told, but he could only assume she was savage like her father. Yeah, Trunks was pretty cool compared to Vegeta, but women were always more brutal in the end. It wasn't his fault for making assumptions, it really wasn't; he had grown up with Chi-Chi of the Ox Clan. Who could blame him?

Pushing his body off of the bed, he let his covers fly to the floor. Gohan was already up and attem, off to train somewhere in the desert. Hopefully, his training was going well enough that he wasn't going to ask Goten to join him. Yeah, he was waking up to train anyway, but it was only because he had little else to do here. He couldn't really go play video games, because his apartment had so little electricity that it would short everything out if he were to try. Taking several steps toward the blinds, Goten was already preparing himself for the blinding light of the sun. It was always an unpleasant experience. He ranked it right next to the morning chill that always hit him upon his escape from bed.

Throwing his head to the side, he slid the blinds open, letting the light creep into the room with every inch of blind, and permitting fleeting warmth to meet Goten's expectant face. As it warmed his face and chest, he couldn't help but feel a bit of fleeting guilt. He couldn't really blame the sun for being so bright, because it was it's job...Suddenly turning his face toward the light, he hesitantly began cracking his eyes open. However, the second the light flooded in he was forced to close them and turn away. Placing a hand over his eyes for added security, he used it to wipe his face free of any morning residue. Never knew when little eye gold would remain in his pretty flawless eyes, so it was best to wipe them out just in case.

Striding forward toward the shower, Goten lifted his spare hand upward, placing it up against the wall in an attempt to guide himself toward the bathroom. The morning was probably the most confusing time of day for him, and he didn't want to muss it up even further by losing his way to the shower. It was only like, across the room from his bed. If only Gohan had been able to place them somewhere more...Convenient. Until he got to see King Vegeta though, this would have to do. Glancing over to his brother's bed, Goten frowned at it. It was neatly redone, as it always was. Bed was made, covers tucked in, and pillows beneath. Geez, Gohan could be a neat freak sometimes.

Or was he just sloppy? Whichever it was, he didn't like how his brother was so neat. Yeah, he loved the guy and all...But geez, if he missed even one spec of dirt, everything would be so out of place he'd have to reset it all! Or had that been a part of his dream too?Everything was simply so hazy in the morning, so misplaced and he was so dazed...He just didn't feel like waking up yet, but he wouldn't let himself go back to sleep. If he did it today, he'd do it tomorrow, and sleep would have a foot in the door and his whole schedule would be messed up. Still, a little chaos could be good sometimes. Who knew when an extra moment could come in handy though?

Putting aside his mental debate, Goten set foot into the bathroom, hand lazily scrambling to find his clothes and towel. As always, he had two sets in there. One for the day where he decided to train, and two for his after-training activities. They were supposedly the height of Planet Vegeta's fashion, as purchased by Kabbar. However, on Earth, someone would get killed wearing them. It was more or less Yadrat armor with a scarf and cape. Yeah, it made him look fancy, but it was just so ugly to him that he almost wanted to take it back. He'd never risk hurting Kabbar's feelings that way though! It'd have been mean to so obviously hurt his feelings.

Goten's eyes adjusted to the darkness much more quickly than he'd thought they would, and found his clothes soon enough. Smiling weakly as he grabbed the set of clothing, the young man stepped forward toward the toilet, placing them down there while checking the area for a clean towel. Since the towel was a go-go, he pulled back the curtain on the shower rack. He could feel the warmth left over from Gohan's shower, which must not have been too long ago. Sniffing in the warm air with pleasure and gusto, he placed one hand on his hip. He hoped the shower was even half as warm as that gust of air had been; he could truly have a satisfying shower.

Pulling off his pants, the youth let his manhood hit the warm air; it grew excited quickly, but he dismissed it. He didn't have time for his more primal urges as of right now. Or did he simply lose interest in them at a much younger age? No. They just weren't worth it without a woman around. A special woman, too. He wouldn't show just any chick his willy. He had to know that she'd be one of the only people to see it, besides him. Unfortunately, they'd never be the only two to see it...He had long since gone down the learn-to-fly-so-go-streaking-while-little train. Smiling at the kinda embarrassing memory,Goten bent over to adjust the hot water.

At first, he just turned the hot water knob forward, allowing the water to fall into the tub with a loud series of consistent thuds that could be associated with the phenomenon. Watching the thin trails of smoke raise from the bottom of the tub, the young man grew even more enthusiastic about his shower. Oh god; the hot water was so amazing against his chilly skin. His body was moaning for it's touch, begging for the heat of Planet Vegeta's water to come down upon his body with all the water pressure it could muster.

Shuddering at the thought of an amazing session of cleanliness, Goten adjusted the cold knob before lifting the shower release. Almost immediately, a rain of heated water came crashing down against his head, slamming into it with a high amount of force. His raven hair was pressed flat against his skull, wrapping around his face before billowing out into a thick mass of darkness around his face. Letting the water run down his shoulders for the briefest of moments, the boy stepped in, pulling the curtains closed for both added privacy and respect. He had learned long ago that letting water fall all over the floor was rude and disrespectful; one hit from Mom's frying pan though, had managed to fix that well enough.

The water continued battering against his body, sending him into fits of ecstasy. Some considered it a mild pleasure, but for this water he was insanely thankful every time. He turned his body, allowing each individual stream to break against his back as he sought out some shampoo and body wash. He would just put both in his hair, and let gravity do the work. With the increased gravity on Vegeta, it should work well for him. With the ability he had to reason, very little, it seemed like good logic at the time. Unfortunately, the shampoo brands on Vegeta were mostly remixes of old Tuffle brands. Very, very old tuffle brands, made from primitive materials. Naturally, it was much thicker than what he had been used to on Earth.

Watching intently as the material loosened itself from the bland shampoo bottle, the young man waited for it with baited breath. He was rooting for it, he really was! Things like "C'mon lil' guy! Just a liiiiiittle further, and you're there, okay?", and "Right...about...now!Break!Go!Or don't...", mostly things that were encouraging and friendly to whatever personality the thing may have had. You never knew when shampoo was an animal; the Flintstones had taught him that at a young age. It was natural for him to say a courteous 'thank you' as the dime sized plop fell into his hands. Playing with it briefly, he went to work on distributing the substance through his hair, enjoying every second of his fingers pushing on his roots.

"Mhmmm...Yeah! That's the stuff.", he lost control of his words as the simple pleasures of life consumed him. Every feeling to him was twofold, in this early morning period. He had always been a tough kid, but gosh was he sensitive. Cracking his neck as he applied more pressure to his head, the youth placed himself directly underneath the stream of pressurized shower water, allowing himself the time to recover that he felt he needed. Of course, the water was only offering him a secondary heard massage anyway, purging the shampoo from his hair and sending it careening down his back with reckless abandon.

He would as always, have to get more private areas without usage of his shampoo-gravity mix; he usually saved it for last. Presenting his chest to the steam of water, he let it slam into his sternum and work it's way down his body. So far, everything was going undeniably well. His morning showers were always satisfying, but something felt special about today that he just couldn't deny, or say no to. Something felt...Electric; consuming, and all important. Something special was going to happen to him today, he just knew it. As the morning sun above reached the area just above his apartment, it couldn't help but agree. Son Goten's day was going to be different than the rest he had encountered on Vegeta so far...He was going to do something useful.

WC so Far: 2010

[Son Goten]

Feet hitting the slick floor of his bathroom, Goten couldn't help but feel as though his shower had been fulfilling. The warmth that the heated water had given him was invaluable in fighting off those morning chills, and had given him a renewed sense of confidence in his day. Grinning wildly as he sent his hands in search of a towel, the youth shook his hair out with all the care he could give it. He didn't like having wet hair when he wasn't wet; it felt like being warm in Antarctica. It just wasn't right to do it, y'know?

Finally finding his target, he went to work with cleaning his hair off. First he brought the towel to the top of his moppy head, running it over his hair with a thoroughness otherwise unlike him. He enjoyed the sensation of the towel drying him off, and his hair slowly losing it's slick and wet feeling. Already it was poofing out as the towel spread it's warmth and sopped up all of his cold. Shivering as he pulled the towel free of his black mane, the young man turned to face the mirror, which was for the most part, clouded over. Gee; thank goodness he didn't have a date today. He'd have been done for!

Smiling goofily at himself, the youth shook himself off once more for good measure, while stretching a hand out for his clothing. He couldn't help but admire his own physique; yeah, he was kinda self centered, but he liked it like that. It also made him humble; staring at himself so much, he knew his flaws and his limitations...Not that he'd ever give into them. He had long ago figured out that he shouldn't beat himself up over things he couldn't do, and that he should just go out and try to do them. It worked better than whining and complaining anyway.

Pulling on his family's trade mark orange gi, the young man winked brightly at his reflection, before stepping into a pair of dark boxers. Next came the orange pants that had to go with his gi, finished off by a black belt and wristbands. That was for his training outfit, anyway. He wasn't gonna go get his casual clothes all sweaty and nasty by practicing his martial arts in the desert sands...Then Kabbar or Gohan was going to have to do twice the laundry. Glancing at his completed outfit, he knew how snazzy he looked anyway. Shooting himself a quick thumbs up, the youth turned to exit the bathroom with his usual optimism. It was time to get on with his day.

He hurried through their living/bedroom as quickly as he could, swiftly pushing through toward the flight-dock where most departed from. Yeah, there were stairs there, which he was going to have to take, but...Still. It was annoying to have to take the steps every day. Oh well! At least it kept him fit. Without the steps, he'd have just flown everywhere and wasted so much energy that he could have used for other things. Come to think of it, almost everything on Planet Vegeta was turning out to be useful to him. Well, everything except that Chunky Shampoo and their formal attire when not in combat dress. That was something he never understood about Vegeta; why the focus on combat?

Goten's focus had only shifted to combat when he'd come here, and found out that the only way to impress the ladies here was to be strong enough for them. Needless to say, he'd taken a couple bruisings and given out a few himself, in order to earn the right to talk to them. He wasn't gonna be a quitter, and turn tail at the first sign of trouble. What use would that have in his practical life? Shaking his head at the thought, the youth continued down the stairway he'd entered mere seconds ago. Goodness, it was going to be a long walk all the way to the training fields...But it was gonna be worth it in the end, if he got what he hoped to get out of it.

Without his weighted gear on, he could train at full speeds. His long sleeve was weighted to a few tons, so without that burdening him, he was going to have a fruitful and max power training session. Lacking the extra weight would allow him to go all out, as opposed to keeping a bit of his power in reserve. Hopefully, it was a worthy trade off. Some would disagree, but Goten enjoyed his speed. What was the use of being strong if you swung as quickly as a snail could run a hundred meter dash?

With that thought in mind, the youth pushed through the door to the stairs, intentions now on leaving the Vegeta-Sei Grand Royale; the rather deceiving apartment complex he had taken residence in with his older brother. He had been easily swindled by the non-Saiyan owner, and had quickly assured his brother of it's greatness. However, thanks to the pricing, he had left them unable to afford anything better until King Vegeta himself offered them a place to stay. Hopefully, he had little taste in the Vegeta-Sei Grand Royale.

Stepping out onto the street, Goten cast a sweeping glance at the people who were traveling around him. The crowd make up was mostly Saiyans, and Saiyan Warriors who were moving toward the Mission hall. Some were coming back in order to reach a Rejuvenation tank, or perhaps to hit the bar up town. A hearty and healthy people, the Saiyans always had a fondness for alcohol, something Goten himself never partook in. Yeah, he'd heard it was good and all, but why would he need to drink himself to bed every night? He was comfortable with his life and his living.

Then again, his job wasn't slaughtering people. Noting the difference in their careers, the youth entered the crowd with little confusion. For the most part, he knew where he was going. The training fields were just at the edge of Vegeta City; not quite out of the limits, but not quite close by. It'd take him a while to get there, but the seclusion was worth it. Most Saiyans trained inside of their massive Gym Complexes or Military Bases. That was the way they worked; display your power in public, and nobody messed with you.

Maybe that was why his older brother was always taunted; he never showed off. Then again, if Gohan did show off, Mom would probably smack him one. A hand extended to Goten's head, rubbing the spot where he remembered a pretty unpleasant bump having been. He'd been caught showing off at school, so Mom had given him a light punishment. Other people called it playing around, but that was because they didn't know the back of Chi-Chi's frying pan like he did. It left marks and bruises and bumps and...And all kinds of cruddy things.

He had once found delicious bacon there though, so he didn't really mind it all that much. Bacon was something Saiyans couldn't resist; he'd actually been mauled for the only pack he'd brought to the desert planet. He'd only had it because he was about to cook it-- then next thing he knew, he'd woken up there. Releasing a short sigh in memorial of his lost pack of Bacon, the Saiyan-Human hybrid plodded on, seeking any kind of signs that the training field was growing closer. Although he knew he was nowhere near it yet, it was always good to be optimistic.

Pessimists rarely got far in his experience, they spent too much time dwelling on things that didn't really matter. In his life, he had grown to know one thing out of many things that had almost been taught to him. Life for the day, seize the moment; that was what made you happy and successful. Gripping the air with his mental victory, Goten couldn't help but release a soft giggle. Whenever he won a mental victory, a good day had been achieved. After all, Gohan usually outclassed him there.

Maybe he was gonna be smarter than his older brother! Oh, that'd be awesome! Then he could beat him in Checkers...Chess...Tic Tac Toe! Oh, the possibilities! His feet continued along the physical road, but his mind was elsewhere completely. Just how smart was he gonna get? Maybe he could outsmart Trunks every once in a while, too. Show him how to build time machines, and make coffee, and even cook a four-course-meal! It was only when he caught his mouth watering, that he noticed he was going way off topic. Slapping himself lightly, he tried to get himself to focus.

Now was not the time to go wanderin' around! Brow furrowing in determination and mild hunger, the young man continued walking. Surely he was approaching the training field by now, right? Yeah, right. The place was a few miles away from his Apartment; that was the reason he had to get up so early. He had to get there before they closed...Or rather, got filled up by angry and aggressive Saiyans who didn't want him to get in their way. Interrupting their training was never a good idea; it only served to make them more angry and annoyed by the young foreigner from Earth.

His training clothes already made him stick out like a sore thumb...He didn't want to be much more different than them, or their women would deny him even more. From between his lips arose a small 'tsk', while his head bent down under the weight of Vegeta's summer sun. The place was hot as it had ever been, and sweat was already starting to emerge along his body. Curse the heat! Yeah, it was cool in the mornings and all, but it was almost wearing on into the afternoon, and although training in the sun was better for you, he couldn't say that it was one of his favorite things to do.

Actually, if he had something better to do than train, he'd probably be out doing that instead of working his butt off for mostly show purposes. It wasn't as if he was going to foil any world threatening plots or anything. Vegeta was a pretty stable place so far; at least, according to what Gohan had told him. Then again, something had felt wrong with the hybrid's words. He sounded as if he was regretting them, even as they broke free of his mind. Was he neglecting to tell Goten something? Come to think of it; why would they visit Vegeta's Dad just to find a better apartment? They should have been finding some way back home...

Frowning as he made the realization, the youth stopped in his tracks. Gohan wasn't telling him something...For the first time in his life, Gohan was deceiving him. Was it something Goten could help a brother out with? If so, he felt...Was it hurt? Nah. It was almost something he could understand. He wouldn't worry Gohan if he thought he could handle a problem by himself. That'd be annoying if he did it every time. Then again, he had gotten himself into some pretty sticky situations in his lifetime. The whole Broly thing, then added onto the Majin Buu threat. That hadn't been very cool at all.

Spitting a wad of saliva out onto the ground, Goten continued walking forward. Whatever the threat Gohan had come across was, he could deal with it himself. Or at least, he thought he could.

"Ya never know big bro; a little bit of Goten might come in handy."

WC: 2,013
TWC: 4,023

[Son Goten]

"...Was that why he told me to be careful?"

His thoughts emerged over the noise of a rather stubborn boulder crumbling around him. He had managed to shatter the rock after several swift strikes to the center, something that he almost felt pathetic for it having taken so many. He had nothing to prove to the rock, but he still wished he was strong enough to have broken it in one shot! Dad would have shattered the thing in a single strike, perfectly aimed, without any difficulty. He just had to get up to his father's level. Releasing a short breath as he recollected his form, the youth considered everything that was going on.

Gohan was hiding some kinda threat from him, that much was clear. Was it something he should have been aware of? Apparently not. The hybrid would certainly tell his little brother if he needed to pay special attention to something. Especially if it were something dangerous that might get him killed or somethin'. He had faith in his brother. Gohan wouldn't walk him into a trap, right? Yeah. Gohan was a stand up guy! Nodding in confirmation, Goten watched as the remains of his boulder-foe crumbled around him.

As his energy slowly filtered back into his body, the youth contemplated his position once more. He was now isolated, in the middle of a dangerous training field where few would question his disappearance. It was well known that Saiyans often disappeared in the field, swallowed up by other and more powerful men in training. Goten would likely be no different a case if he went missing. That...wasn't a very pleasant thought. Now, he wasn't the sharpest crayon in the light bulb, but something told him that that was a little too convenient.

Glancing around, the youth relaxed his body. He was going to have to get out of here, and quickly. He had already gotten suitable training in anyway. Several developments and abilities had been restored to him, thanks to his vigorous program. Then again, he was also much more tired than when he'd started. Again on the other hand, he was now battle ready. His reaction time had entered that graceful battle level, so that he'd be ready for any kind of threat before it came. That was most definitely a benefit he didn't want to give up.

Was he in any actual danger? Who knew? All he knew was that he was in a pretty convenient place for an ambush. If they wanted to come get him, they could come get him without much hassle. They'd have to subdue him first, and nothing was harder to subdue then a raging hybrid. He had the tenacity of a Saiyan, the determination of a human, and a power that superseded both. In all honesty, he was already capable of taking a majority of the warriors on this planet. Yeah, there were still a lot of them that could take him, but that number was lower than the first.

Glancing around, he noticed the sudden lack of training Saiyans. Turning his head to the sky, he also noticed the sun just above him. Saiyans avoiding training in Mid-day? Wasn't that a curious coincidence; eyes narrowing in sudden realization, the youth made a beeline for the exit, his body pushing into over drive as he worked his way across the field. The rising cloud of dust that was left behind him gave enough proof of that! He was trying to escape as quickly as possible, while clouding their field of vision. Of course, he couldn't describe it that way, but he would describe it as battle intelli...Intallig...Smart. Eyes alight with a mixture of urgency and genuine excitement, the youth pushed onward, choosing to ignore the vacated field for now.

Hopefully, he could reach the exit before whoever it was caught up with him. Hustling the entire way back to the mess hall complex that housed the trainees, he kept his eyes front. Looking back every few seconds would only draw suspicion to him, not that his clothes and speed didn't already. Slowing down as he walked into the main doorway, he considered his options. He had no other goal but to get outta this crazy place. Although, if he remembered right, the complex was pretty-- well, complex. He had like, an entire series of hallways that were to keep him from doing anything useful in his effort to escape. Frowning as he heard the doors close behind him, the youth knew what mistake he had made.

"No!Kami's sake!", he cried out as he spun around with balled fists. Slamming them hard against what he had previously thought to be glass, he found himself sorely disappointed. The glass didn't even come close to shattering; his eyes dilated with fear. Oh god, this was really happening?! He should have listened to his brother when he had the chance. Last night was a legitimate warning to look out! How had he not caught it!? Taking in a breath, he turned around again to a hallway that was now much more foreboding than it had been several seconds ago. Fighting back the well of emotion that threatened to break free of his mind, the young man could go nowhere but forward.

He couldn't very well get the door down. Stretching himself to prepare for the journey to the front door, Goten had little wonder for what was in store for him. Patting his fists together in an almost taunting manner, he strode forward toward the first door on his left, which was left mysteriously ajar. If they were sending him a message, then he felt no fear of it. Yeah, his heart was pounding and his body was shaking, but it mattered little in the long run. Crinkling his nose at the thought of what awaited him, he adjusted his wristbands and strode into the room.

The room looked like he imagined a Saiyan classroom to look like; a big ring decorated the center, while a single desk stood at the back of the room. There was no blackboard, just desolate and bland walls. On the desk sat a single man, with graying hair. It was shocking, to see a Saiyan so old and so wizened. He could have been a teacher there, for all he knew. Old Saiyans didn't really have a use in battle, so he may have been there to teach the younger ones how to do battle.

"So, I assume you've noticed you're trapped?"

"Yeah. You're that guy who trapped me, right?", stupid question, of course he was. Why would he be the only other person in the building if he wasn't? Eyes focused on the older man, who was now shifting position to better speak to his younger 'friend', Goten couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be attacked at any point during this. It wouldn't have shocked him if he had fallen into a second trap, meant to double ensnare him. That would suck!

"Trapped? I wouldn't say trapped...A trapped animal can still escape."

It was cockiness to the extreme. Goten didn't like braggarts very much, and this guy wasn't helping his opinion of them very much. Curling his fingers into a fist before relaxing them, the youth repeated this process repeatedly as this guy went on to explain some kind of grand master plan that he didn't care much for. Yeah; the whole time this guy went on, Goten was gonna be thinking of a way out of the building. He had enough of it left in his head to find some kinda way out, surely...

"Don't worry yourself, boy. I'll make sure we end you quickly. We're ending your brother the same w-"

"Gohan?! What have you done to Gohan?!"

"Nothing you need to worry about. He'll be done and gone before you, I'm sure. You haven't a reason to concern yourself with your brother's state. Hell, you haven't a reason to worry yourself with yours."; while Goten didn't exactly follow the logic, this guy was buying him more time. Might as well take it as it came. What else did he have to do?

"You see, Goten. We want to help Planet Vegeta, but we can't do that while the risk runs of you boys and your father meddling. We'll take care of you two, then destroy your Dear old Dad piece by piece. It'll be beautiful, really. You can't apprec-"

And about there, the youth tuned him out entirely. He was now aware that the door behind him had closed. Not good; that meant that someone else was headed to the outside. These doors were blast proof, too. He'd have to get the key from the only other fella in the room, or wait for the guy with the keys to let him free. Feeling his body suddenly tense up in response to the situation, he tried to calm himself down. He knew he'd get out of this place eventually, it was just a matter of when it would happen. There was no way this old man was going to be strong enough to take him on all by himself. In all honesty, Goten didn't know what he was talking about when he said Goten wasn't going to make it out alive.

He assumed that the old fogey was planning on taking him out himself. It was when things went south, that he realized just what was going on and what kinda dump he'd been left in. The old guy's power level started to climb and climb; Goten couldn't even sense power levels and he could tell. It was the way his muscles tensed and flexed without any effort, the sudden shake of the ground that he could feel beneath his feet. There was no way that this guy was going to let him get out of here without some kind of fight. So, yeah. He'd meant himself when he said Goten wasn't going to be getting out of here. As a ball of saliva forced it's way down his throat, the young man took a step back against the closed doorway.

Stuff was getting heavy.

Energy erupted around Goten quickly, loading himself with a mix of adrenaline and raw power. If only he could raise himself as high as that old dude, things would have been easy. Oh well, at least fighting wasn't all power. Form and skill, natural ability mingled with experience; those things mattered. Oh wait-- this dude had to be like ninety. There was no way he had less experience than Goten; he taught a class for kami's sake. Feeling his joints crack and snap while his power climbed, the youth gave no thoughts to the end of the battle. It was going to be a good one, regardless, and he had never liked his endings spoiled.

Not that he thought he was gonna lose, but he always liked to think the other guy had a chance too. It wasn't good for him, mentally, to be as overconfident as this guy was. Obviously, it made you a pretty evil person. This guy was talking about like...Blowing up the planet or something. That definitely wasn't cool to do! Vegeta was an alright place. A little bland, and a little hot, with an all too unfamiliar chill in the mornings...But Goten could still feel it's call in his blood and bones, begging him for his presence. He hadn't noticed it before, but now that his blood was boiling, it was really getting to him. He knew somewhere deep inside of him, that he had to defend his homeland from this nasty man.

And he would.

WC: 2,017
TWC:6,040

[Son Goten]

Energy had already built up around the pair, when the elder man stepped forward off of his desk. This room was clearly his domain, and Goten had entered it with all the knowledge his students usually contained. All things considered, Goten was about the same as a student. He had little skill in close up combat, favoring ranged barrages of energy...but with the majority of his arsenal missing, he had little choice but to fight hand to hand with this guy, and use as much ki enhancement as he could. Maybe this guy had the same problem? They were after all in a close and confined space, something that neither fighter could really fix, if forced to. Frowning as the man launched into a second monologue, the hybrid could only listen. Attacking first would be rude.

"Boy, I'm genuinely sorry I have to destroy you. I know you'll understand, once I'm King...That lackey Vegeta bends his will to all with an ounce of firmness. I cannot let this go on any longer. The Tuffles aren't supposed to come back, now. You see?"

He could sense the desperation in his voice, and he almost felt bad for him. Still, he wasn't going to let this go down the way the guy had planned. Averting his eyes toward the ground, Goten prepared his words. For once in his life, he was thinking before he spoke, hoping to assuage the man's fears. Maybe he could talk his way out of this, and end things peacefully. That's what his family would try to do; maybe he was good enough to do the same. As the words began forming inside of his mouth, the young man brought his dark eyes up to stare into those of his opposite's.

"You don't have to kill anyone, buddy. Can't you just lead your guys against the...The tuffles or something? You don't ha-"

"Boy, you don't seem to get it. Nobody listens without blood being spilled, nobody car-",

"That's a lie! Nobody listens because you're not talking loud enough! You can't expect people to hear you when you're whispering!"

"Is that what you think I'm doing? You think I'm whispering, going softly into the night?"

"If you were shouting they'd be able to hear you. I thought you were a Saiyan, not a Namek!", he was right. Saiyans had a reputation for being ferocious and violent, as compared to the peaceful social structure of the Namekians. Or at least, that was according to the stories he'd heard from Trunks and Dad. He had no way of checking if they were true, but he didn't think they'd purposely mislead him and make the Namekians look better. He would try to embellish for'em a little if he had to...but they were probably telling him the truth. Probably.

"Boy, I'm not whispering! If you think I haven't done enough, I'll show you!"", spittle flew from his mouth as he silenced the youth with his obvious rage. Goten couldn't stop himself from averting his eyes once more. He just couldn't look this guy in the eyes. It was too...Painful. It wasn't often that he was forced into a moment of emotional clarity, or such ...Was it shame? Or was it disappointment? This guy wasn't going to pull anything off under Goten's watch. With Goku currently...Wherever he was, and Gohan under attack too...Now was his time to shine and save the world.

"I...I don't wanna do this.", his words came with baited breath, and after a long, strained pause. He genuinely didn't want to do this to the old man, but everything had to be done eventually. This was no exception. He'd have to take this guy down, no ifs ands or buts. Clenching his fists tight enough for small spurts of pain to be sent up his arm, the young man watched as the Saiyan took a step toward him. It appeared that things were going to get pretty dangerous around here, regardless of whether or not Goten wanted them to. Was he going to be able to stop this juggernaut-like guy? Or was this dude gonna mop the floor with him?

Hopefully, not the second one. Goten didn't really like taking beatings all day, and he especially didn't like it when it was given to him by strangers. However, as the wind picked up in the room and the tension seemed to shed away, he couldn't help himself. He knew he wasn't going to be defeated by this old dude. Releasing a stiff breath as things descended into Chaos, the young man changed his train of thought without much effort. Battle had a habit of doing that to people; once you were involved in it, you just lost all sense of thought. Your entire strategy was...Instinctual.

Energy suddenly descended from the ceiling as the battle began. Everything slowed down for the youth, as he pushed forward off of his feet to evade a rather dangerous spike that had come his way. His legs skipped across the floor, dancing to avoid all the bolts that were raining down upon him. This guy was obviously a master of ki energy; Goten would indeed have his work cut out from him. Face static as he came closer to his opponent, he used energy to propel himself forward across the floor. Almost immediately, the old man stood erect, re positioning himself to better combat Goten.

Energy exploded out from behind the youth, which had to have been the guy's plan all along. With no time to turn his head, Goten had no choice but to allow the searing hot wall to crash into his back. Wincing as he was propelled forward at a higher velocity, he turned the momentum into his advantage. Bringing his knee upward, the young dynamo slammed it into the guy's jaw, both stumbling him and stopping the blast of energy. The man slipped backwards from the pain in his jaw, only to use the momentum to send a swirling kick to his opponent's hips, sending him into the wall.

Wincing as he hit it, the youth pulled both hands up to his chest, conjuring two bolts of ki energy into his palms, he released the two of them in quick succession, watching as the sizzled forward toward his opponent. Taking no time to wait, the young man dove back in for a hopeful melee exchange. Goten's first blast was swatted to the ground, creating a hard to penetrate screen of smoke that quickly filled the entire room. Pulling in a large breath as his second blast exploded just in front of him, Goten utilized the spread his dad had taught him recently.

Two swift blows to the chest, then one to the face. While one of the chest blows was deflected, the follow up and face shot seemed to work to perfection. Grinning white though a black smog, the youth dropped to the ground, swinging his leg around in a hard to nail leg sweep that seemed to knock the elder Saiyan off of his feet. Unfortunately, this is where things got tricky. To finish this deal, he'd have to nail this flawlessly, otherwise the dude was just gonna get back up and keep swinging at him. Goten had never been the most coordinated; what if he missed and had to fight this guy for even longer?

A third bolt of energy sizzled to life in his right hand as he completed his loop. Releasing a roar as he lifted his energy coated fist up, he was disappointed to feel his energy fizzle in clean air. Obviously the man had managed to vacate the smokey space. Thankfully, he could hear his feet hit the ground with a solid enough thud to make a follow up possible. Pulling his fists back into his guard, Goten prepared himself as the man came in for the attack. Hopefully, he wasn't too adept at Melee combat.

As he stepped in through the smoke cloud, his fist came in an almost hooking motion from the left. Grunting as the youth blocked the strike, he replied with a brief flurry of frenzied punches directed at the chest, most of which having been blocked by a swift wrist guard. Getting frustrated at the lack of success, Goten reached out and grabbed the wrist guard. He was surprised when a hand closed around his own wrist, and pulled him in hard.

Wincing and recoiling as a firm forehead smashed into his nose, the youth tried to escape the grasp. However, the forehead continued to slam into his face, battering him repeatedly. Gasping every time, the young man wished he could stop the blood from falling from his nose. The motion and the strength of each slam was forcing him into slow submission. He'd need to find a way out of the attack before it was too late. Blinking as he put all of his power into stopping the pull, Goten tugged hard upon his opponent's wrist, while drawing his other hand out of reach. The pull sent his opponent to the ground, where the youth was able to deliver a swift kick to the gut.

As his foot bounced off both his opponent and his armor, he resisted the STRONG urge to withdraw it. Instead, he continued kicking until his opponent was lifting off of the ground. Each successive kick was forcing the elderly Saiyan further into the sair, bringing him up higher and higher with each strike until eventually, he was level with the teenager's belt. Roaring with all of his might, Goten heard his jaw crack and pop with the new bolt of energy in his free hand. This time, there was no way he could miss his shot. This guy was directly above the ground, certainly close enough for a coup de grace.

Swinging with all of his might, the young man slammed down hard upon the Saiyan's back, releasing a lethal bolt of energy at the same time. This action caused a secondary explosion in the room, which dispersed all of the smoke to the wall opposite them. His opponent's strained body hit the floor with a loud, almost cartoonish 'smack'. Stepping forward, Goten put one more kick into the guy, sending him arcing into the pile of smoke at the other end of the room. Hopefully, he wouldn't choke to death in there...But when he got up, it'd be harder to find his way out.

Goten's power seemed to recede, as he allowed himself time to rest and relax. That guy was definitely incapacitated; nobody could take a blow like that and feel just fine afterward. That was just pure fact. Heck, Goten couldn't even have taken such a potent explosive at such close range. A smile gracing his young face, he took a few steps forward to examine the desk before him. While it was partially exploded, that could only help him in finding the object he sought. Certainly a smart Saiyan like this guy was going to have some kind of key ring, or other item to help him escape the room in a pinch. Fumbling through the man's drawers with a pretty low level of understanding.

Goten had never been an educator; how was he to know where he'd find some keys to any doors here? Oh...He certainly hoped that any janitors wouldn't be the only ones with them. That'd just be completely unfortunate.

Fingers sifting through a crowd of splinters, the hybrid's grin stretched to fit his face, proving his success to any who had been watching him. Yeah! He'd done it! Glancing back toward the guy he had knocked to the ground, the young men set toward the door, hoping to work his way out of the training complex. He wasn't going to stay in there with Mr.Knocked out. He couldn't let him just sit there in the smoke either, he'd like, die or somethin'. Sliding the keys into the door, Goten fumbled briefly with the lock before finally pushing open the door with a finality.

Glancing back at his former opponent, the young man felt almost...Guilty. He'd have to tell Vegeta about this. He couldn't just let the guy get away with it; then again, he had to get home and warm Gohan about this new threat. Then, what was that stuff about the Tuffles? Which thing had he been talking about? Brow furrowing in mild confusion, the hybrid worked his way toward the exit, allowing the smoke to drift out of the room with the same swagger he carried himself with. While not shaken, the smoke was pushed thin. Goten himself couldn't believe he'd fallen prey to such an easy to beat tactic.

Regardless, he had to move on. No way he'd let a headbutt smash him seven times in a row ever again. Well, unless it was someone like mom. No way he was going to hurt his mother! When she was mad, she was even stronger than dad was. It wasn't the best idea to get on her bad side; it was even worse to insult her amazing cooking...but he was getting off topic. He had to hurry back to his brother; he could already imagine the confusion that was going on around him right now.

Hopefully, Gohan would have a bit less trouble than Goten did. Rubbing the blood off of his nose, he couldn't help but wonder what else he could have done to resolve that situation peacefully. Should he have offered him something? Like ice cream or cake, or maybe world peace? Goten didn't really know what he had to offer the guy...He couldn't bring peace to Planet Vegeta any more than he could stop time from moving forward or lights from being bright. Well, he could always block the sun out so that he could be in the shade--but that was just cheating.

For all of his efforts, Goten had failed to find a single moral to his story. He hadn't learned anything spectacular, or found a moral; he hadn't saved the world and he hadn't caused it's downfall. All he could really say he had come out of it with was a new sense of danger...

He knew the world needed saving, and he was just the one to do it..."But how?"

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[projectLuka]

I loved reading about your willy, young man. Haha! Anyway, very nice roleplay, probably one of the best I've read thus far.

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