Post by Son Goten on Jan 14, 2012 16:27:56 GMT -5
Goten cracked his knuckles in the mirror, releasing the tension he had previously felt rising inside of him. The gesture relaxed him enough to continue onward, into the Grand Bazaar. The last time he'd been here, he'd been in a rather short brawl with the Saiyans of Gamma Squad, over the girl Kinestha. Hopefully, they would be out on a mission somewhere, as opposed to patrolling the place. Goten had only won the last time because he'd been there with Gohan. His brother was a pretty strong guy, and more than capable of protecting the both of them. They'd also had some guy named Kabbar on their side, so things had been made even less difficult.
Stepping forward casually, the youth began to adjust his wristbands, having already tightened his fresh yellow headband over his head. Today, he was trying something new. The mop that he usually kept loosely styled behind his head was missing, in favor of a shorter haircut styled much like his brother's. He had consciously made the decision to move in a metaphorical step toward his family's tradition. No one on the Son Clan had long hair , and if Goten was going to buckle down for his training...Well, he'd cut his hair too. It was only natural though, that he'd want a compromise. So, instead of his moppy hairdo from before, he cropped it to a length just above his shoulders.
It made his neck feel naked, but he thought he pulled it off pretty well.
He was tired of needing Gohan or Dad to protect him. They were on Vegeta now; he couldn't let them look out for him the rest of his life! So, that made him want to be strong, powerful, fast...Of course, Goten was naturally a quick guy. While he'd never been the strongest or the most intelligent, he was certainly the fastest in his family. At the very least, the fastest for his power level. They usually went hand in hand, but hey. He'd take whatever he could get! Grinning at his mental compromise, the young man pushed his way through the bazaar, his body seeking it's predetermined destination, the King's Palace.
Goten had originally intended on a meeting with the King the other day, to discuss a pretty serious threat. Had King Vegeta been there, everything would have went exactly as planned, without any kind of issues what so ever. Sucked that he hadn't been there, and didn't seem to have made any plans to return recently. At first, the youth had decided he'd try another day, but if he wasn't comin' back for a while, it'd be best to leave some kind of message with his steward or whoever it was that took the King's Messages. Hey, so long as the message got to him, everything would be peachy keen. Or at least, things should be. You never knew, with a place like Planet Vegeta.
After pushing through the crowd toward the main Palace, Goten couldn't help but feel pretty disappointed. A large set of blackened gates stood closed completely, where they had stood wide open merely days ago. Apparently, there were to be no visitors. His hand retreating inside his now more appropriate looking mop, Goten did little but stand stock still, staring at the closed gates with a mixture of emotions. He was both disappointed, and relieved. On the down side, he couldn't warn the King about the Tuffles, or whoever those guys were.
But, on the bright side, he didn't have to go through the whole awkward process of proving himself, and explaining and...Oh, that just took so much time! At least he didn't have to go through this on the fly, now. Releasing an annoyed breath from between his lips, he spoke out to no one in particular, letting his words stretch out across the wasteland like planet that was Planet Vegeta. He had certainly expected his words to be heard by someone; that he never doubted. What he hadn't really seen coming, was the fact that he'd get a reply.
"Oh, man! Why are you never here? Kings are totally supposed to be in their palace! That's their thing!", words so simple and so...Distressed, hardly warranted a response. However, he couldn't help but turn when a woman's voice responded to his call, having likely heard him whilst passing by or some other such task. Caught off guard, Goten asked for some clarif-...Clarife...Goten asked her to repeat what she said, because he had been unable to hear her clearly, over the crowd's dull roar.
"Uh...Pardon?", as he placed his free hand on his orange covered hip.
WC: 811
Stepping forward casually, the youth began to adjust his wristbands, having already tightened his fresh yellow headband over his head. Today, he was trying something new. The mop that he usually kept loosely styled behind his head was missing, in favor of a shorter haircut styled much like his brother's. He had consciously made the decision to move in a metaphorical step toward his family's tradition. No one on the Son Clan had long hair , and if Goten was going to buckle down for his training...Well, he'd cut his hair too. It was only natural though, that he'd want a compromise. So, instead of his moppy hairdo from before, he cropped it to a length just above his shoulders.
It made his neck feel naked, but he thought he pulled it off pretty well.
He was tired of needing Gohan or Dad to protect him. They were on Vegeta now; he couldn't let them look out for him the rest of his life! So, that made him want to be strong, powerful, fast...Of course, Goten was naturally a quick guy. While he'd never been the strongest or the most intelligent, he was certainly the fastest in his family. At the very least, the fastest for his power level. They usually went hand in hand, but hey. He'd take whatever he could get! Grinning at his mental compromise, the young man pushed his way through the bazaar, his body seeking it's predetermined destination, the King's Palace.
Goten had originally intended on a meeting with the King the other day, to discuss a pretty serious threat. Had King Vegeta been there, everything would have went exactly as planned, without any kind of issues what so ever. Sucked that he hadn't been there, and didn't seem to have made any plans to return recently. At first, the youth had decided he'd try another day, but if he wasn't comin' back for a while, it'd be best to leave some kind of message with his steward or whoever it was that took the King's Messages. Hey, so long as the message got to him, everything would be peachy keen. Or at least, things should be. You never knew, with a place like Planet Vegeta.
After pushing through the crowd toward the main Palace, Goten couldn't help but feel pretty disappointed. A large set of blackened gates stood closed completely, where they had stood wide open merely days ago. Apparently, there were to be no visitors. His hand retreating inside his now more appropriate looking mop, Goten did little but stand stock still, staring at the closed gates with a mixture of emotions. He was both disappointed, and relieved. On the down side, he couldn't warn the King about the Tuffles, or whoever those guys were.
But, on the bright side, he didn't have to go through the whole awkward process of proving himself, and explaining and...Oh, that just took so much time! At least he didn't have to go through this on the fly, now. Releasing an annoyed breath from between his lips, he spoke out to no one in particular, letting his words stretch out across the wasteland like planet that was Planet Vegeta. He had certainly expected his words to be heard by someone; that he never doubted. What he hadn't really seen coming, was the fact that he'd get a reply.
"Oh, man! Why are you never here? Kings are totally supposed to be in their palace! That's their thing!", words so simple and so...Distressed, hardly warranted a response. However, he couldn't help but turn when a woman's voice responded to his call, having likely heard him whilst passing by or some other such task. Caught off guard, Goten asked for some clarif-...Clarife...Goten asked her to repeat what she said, because he had been unable to hear her clearly, over the crowd's dull roar.
"Uh...Pardon?", as he placed his free hand on his orange covered hip.
WC: 811
