11-06-2005, 09:22 PM
Words exchanged between them being little more than verbal currency, yet the youth had fallen into dept as he couldn't gather enough change to form a dollar. More had added onto the reasoning now that his father's demise was certainly a true matter, unfortunately the feelings for loss fell on deft emotions. After all that he had seen, after all that he had been through there had developed a place in the pit of his being that concealed such things... sadness and anger suppressed down into its simplest form, placed away into a void unto which they should remain.
"I'll be back. I need to take care of some things first. In case that damned Brim does something before I get back, if ever you should need me, contact me on this," Bardock tapped a finger against the scouter that sat upon his left ear, indicating it for communicational uses. "I'll find you, I promise."
Managing only a nod of his head, that is what the halfling did. It was funny, Goten remember the same promise being made to him by his father just before setting out on his own during the DA tournament. He took it as a suggestion, not a promise though. Bardock's facial expression switched over to a grin as his grip upon his grandson's shoulder tightened with a friendly little shake.
"It was good seeing you again, kid. Don?t get killed. Do our family proud, eh?" And with that, he left. Not having time enough for any words to escape his curious mind all the hybrid could do was nod and smile.
"Yeah, I'll be trying." Spoken more to himself then anyone, it was easier that way. He didn't have to keep a promise to anyone but himself.
"Not until I see your rotting corpse." Flames of golden color whipped about the prince's body as a shot of energy flung his raven hair into a stricken blonde color, electricity began bounding off the now tensed muscles of the Saiya-jin warrior. Raditzu followed along almost by procedures for now the two resided in the state beyond that of what legends of Saiyan past had predicted... they both presented their ascended abilities.
"Not happening." Shooting forward as if a bullet launch from its chamber, the super powers began their assault upon each other. Each swing seemingly possessing the strength to knock entire civilizations to their knees, each rush of renewing power surging in gusts about the stadium. Probably the reason why Brim positioned the cage so near to where the battles would be raging, hopefully a stray blast would pick off one of the captives being held.
Though the surges of wind he stood, watching the two behemoth powers battle like there was no future for either of them. It was amazing in a sense. Definitely admirable, but just amazing to think someone could achieve such strength. His eyes broke from the battles outside, turning to look at the group trifles inside the prison...
"You've still got your collar, you're a captive." Goten became aware of the circular device about his neck once again, his hand came up about it by slipping two fingers in between his skin and the ring itself. The metallic that made up his cuff were warm, as they had been when it was first placed upon him, more so was the presence of small glass pieces around the insides of it. That was probably the way his was designed... the rest of the participants were most likely different to insure that if a way of destroying one style was found, the others would be unable to disarm themselves in the same fashion. But it was just a guess. "Can you feel it? You're not getting out."
"..." Pitted against some of the most devastating warriors in the galaxy, some of the most determined fighters he had ever come across was him. The Saiya-jin had retreated into himself near the corner of the prison near the back, held up from being a social butterfly to be a more secluded lone wolf. Arms still crossed above the youth's chest, one leg propped up against the wall with his back. "I will." An inaudible mumble filtered past his lips in response to this deeper voice alike to his current one, contradicting as best as possible with definition in his speech.
"Not as long as you hold that innocence?s of a child about you," that was right, he had been keeping that part of him alive for the longest time... one of the reasons he had been so laidback and carefree about things. "you'll never be strong enough."
"The hell?" There was just him, just Goten, just a boy who had grown up through the course of childhood to a teenager alone and by himself. He had realized long ago that there was no need for anyone else, he was an island. Restraints on his abilities... the collar about his neck had a sudden shrinking feeling on him, making it seem as though was being choked by something or someone as there were several coughs the hybrid let out.
"Your world is closing in on you, I know you can taste the emotions you've been trying to hide."
There was little the hybrid liked to talk about, even more so with himself, though there was no doubt there was a feeling of enjoyment when he had taken that initial rush against Cell... an accelerated pleasure that filled him during those first few moments that brought him into the light of being the hunter. Looking down upon the green colored prey with eyes of a hawk flying over the cloud rippled sky, spotting the significant rabbit far below trying to escape.
"That's not me," Goten rejected, throughout his entire lifetime he had never had a lust for killing, never once wanted to take a life out of sheer thrill of a kill. Though now it was as though his new self was trying to take over... invading the space of reasonable logic, casting aside a part of the youth that knew it was wrong to do such things. The teen was torn between the playful life of a child he once was and the older hardened warrior he was to become. Goku, Gohan, Rad, Bardock, all of them were fighters of their own make... all of them excelling in the skills of battle and yet here the boy was in an argument with himself. Twisting about his visions of the world to make it look as though he were the victim, antagonizing him to realize this mistake in his design.
"... Recognize it, hate it, know it, you are it."
"Shut the hell up!" He broke. Falling forward out of his relaxed stance to take up the ground in front of him, turning to plow a fist square into the hard metallic wall nearby to let it ring upon contact. Standing there, not caring if anyone was looking, eyes burning with a distinct passion now as another swing came around to slam itself into the point where his last attack had landed. Another, and another, and another till his random display of anger had diminished into a dull soreness in his knuckles. Upon the wall an indention had been made, in the middle a few splotches where the boy's blood had started to collect from the torn skin about his fists.
This was all too revealing to the teen, everything coming so quickly that he was turning to the most comforting of ways. Though it might not have been the best, it was the easiest, and you didn't see as many truths through the dark...
"I'll be back. I need to take care of some things first. In case that damned Brim does something before I get back, if ever you should need me, contact me on this," Bardock tapped a finger against the scouter that sat upon his left ear, indicating it for communicational uses. "I'll find you, I promise."
Managing only a nod of his head, that is what the halfling did. It was funny, Goten remember the same promise being made to him by his father just before setting out on his own during the DA tournament. He took it as a suggestion, not a promise though. Bardock's facial expression switched over to a grin as his grip upon his grandson's shoulder tightened with a friendly little shake.
"It was good seeing you again, kid. Don?t get killed. Do our family proud, eh?" And with that, he left. Not having time enough for any words to escape his curious mind all the hybrid could do was nod and smile.
"Yeah, I'll be trying." Spoken more to himself then anyone, it was easier that way. He didn't have to keep a promise to anyone but himself.
...
"Not until I see your rotting corpse." Flames of golden color whipped about the prince's body as a shot of energy flung his raven hair into a stricken blonde color, electricity began bounding off the now tensed muscles of the Saiya-jin warrior. Raditzu followed along almost by procedures for now the two resided in the state beyond that of what legends of Saiyan past had predicted... they both presented their ascended abilities.
"Not happening." Shooting forward as if a bullet launch from its chamber, the super powers began their assault upon each other. Each swing seemingly possessing the strength to knock entire civilizations to their knees, each rush of renewing power surging in gusts about the stadium. Probably the reason why Brim positioned the cage so near to where the battles would be raging, hopefully a stray blast would pick off one of the captives being held.
Though the surges of wind he stood, watching the two behemoth powers battle like there was no future for either of them. It was amazing in a sense. Definitely admirable, but just amazing to think someone could achieve such strength. His eyes broke from the battles outside, turning to look at the group trifles inside the prison...
"You've still got your collar, you're a captive." Goten became aware of the circular device about his neck once again, his hand came up about it by slipping two fingers in between his skin and the ring itself. The metallic that made up his cuff were warm, as they had been when it was first placed upon him, more so was the presence of small glass pieces around the insides of it. That was probably the way his was designed... the rest of the participants were most likely different to insure that if a way of destroying one style was found, the others would be unable to disarm themselves in the same fashion. But it was just a guess. "Can you feel it? You're not getting out."
"..." Pitted against some of the most devastating warriors in the galaxy, some of the most determined fighters he had ever come across was him. The Saiya-jin had retreated into himself near the corner of the prison near the back, held up from being a social butterfly to be a more secluded lone wolf. Arms still crossed above the youth's chest, one leg propped up against the wall with his back. "I will." An inaudible mumble filtered past his lips in response to this deeper voice alike to his current one, contradicting as best as possible with definition in his speech.
"Not as long as you hold that innocence?s of a child about you," that was right, he had been keeping that part of him alive for the longest time... one of the reasons he had been so laidback and carefree about things. "you'll never be strong enough."
"The hell?" There was just him, just Goten, just a boy who had grown up through the course of childhood to a teenager alone and by himself. He had realized long ago that there was no need for anyone else, he was an island. Restraints on his abilities... the collar about his neck had a sudden shrinking feeling on him, making it seem as though was being choked by something or someone as there were several coughs the hybrid let out.
"Your world is closing in on you, I know you can taste the emotions you've been trying to hide."
There was little the hybrid liked to talk about, even more so with himself, though there was no doubt there was a feeling of enjoyment when he had taken that initial rush against Cell... an accelerated pleasure that filled him during those first few moments that brought him into the light of being the hunter. Looking down upon the green colored prey with eyes of a hawk flying over the cloud rippled sky, spotting the significant rabbit far below trying to escape.
"That's not me," Goten rejected, throughout his entire lifetime he had never had a lust for killing, never once wanted to take a life out of sheer thrill of a kill. Though now it was as though his new self was trying to take over... invading the space of reasonable logic, casting aside a part of the youth that knew it was wrong to do such things. The teen was torn between the playful life of a child he once was and the older hardened warrior he was to become. Goku, Gohan, Rad, Bardock, all of them were fighters of their own make... all of them excelling in the skills of battle and yet here the boy was in an argument with himself. Twisting about his visions of the world to make it look as though he were the victim, antagonizing him to realize this mistake in his design.
"... Recognize it, hate it, know it, you are it."
"Shut the hell up!" He broke. Falling forward out of his relaxed stance to take up the ground in front of him, turning to plow a fist square into the hard metallic wall nearby to let it ring upon contact. Standing there, not caring if anyone was looking, eyes burning with a distinct passion now as another swing came around to slam itself into the point where his last attack had landed. Another, and another, and another till his random display of anger had diminished into a dull soreness in his knuckles. Upon the wall an indention had been made, in the middle a few splotches where the boy's blood had started to collect from the torn skin about his fists.
This was all too revealing to the teen, everything coming so quickly that he was turning to the most comforting of ways. Though it might not have been the best, it was the easiest, and you didn't see as many truths through the dark...