11-05-2005, 01:51 AM
Eyes tainted by a crimson veil that seem to block out all intelligent thought from his mind, urging it to fulfill one youthful lust for death and destruction as he tore himself from reality into a subconscious of someone he could never place a name to...
As if awoken from a dream, he stood; managing footing upon flooring that hadn't been there before his temporary black-out. His world spun in a daze of blacks and whites till the momentary delusion wore off and returned him gently into where the Saiya-jin's body had resided. Gazing on a large wall of metallic gray, Goten realized this wasn't where he had been, only then remembering himself tearing through walls of a hospital with Cell alee to the boy's outward arm. There had been someone else... maybe? Everything seemed as though it were one of those weird dreams. The kind that you wake up the next morning and wonder what the hell you were on the night before, but either way he had been diverted from that course of events and now resided in some sort of prison.
"This is my time now." Nearby someone was pulling the dramatic course of their life in this television series, the hybrid paid no mind to it as he aligned his back into the perfect posture he had kept for the longest time he could remember. A few places his clothing was noticeably torn, having the ends of his pant legs and area about his suit's collar almost shredded for reasons unknown.
"No! No! No! No! No!" Another had sent himself into a rage over something; this brought a little attention onto him... but only for a moment. Wasn't anything to concern the youth, dismissing it as soon as he grew bored of listening.
"Bojack made it... funny." A small smirk consumed the length of Goten's lips, the youth finding it a bit entertaining to think that the man whom had been crawling and running through a hospital with an almost drunk atmosphere about him now was imprisoned with near perfect health. Both the Ader's deep toned voice and Raditzu's mixed together one after the other, giving thought that the two were involved in some sort of conversation.
Another one, younger, but the ki signature was definitely alike to his old comrade Burter. Goten had no idea the reptile was a father, goes to show how much he knew of Big Blue.
"The collar... it did not send him to the afterlife... it... Brim wiped him out of existence. Big Blue is... he's nowhere." Ironically, someone had referred to Burter with the same likeness he had. But that wasn't the thing that had spun the Saiya-jin teen around. The sound of that voice... it was... could it have been?
"Dad!" Goten turned about with a series of several large steps in the form of a run towards where the voice had come from only to have the boy stop short in the middle of everyone. Looking now not at his father, but an older man... a scar delicately laced in an 'x' shape across his left eye, armed in a style of battle mail that had fitted upon the Saiya-jin, Rad, as well. Residing near the group consisting of the female hybrid and a relatively few others, approaching someone wasn't a concept Goten lacked when it came to meetings though the whole thing was strange all in all.
"Kakarotto..." Whispered the man in a definite whisper, causing the teenager's eyes to widen slightly with interest. Only in certain cases had he heard that name used, though its meaning had been lost on him, it definitely belonged to his father as some style of name.
Apparently the calling out had been lost on all but himself, save a few others he guessed at. The elder Saiya-jin had been an inch-inch and a half taller then Goten, at the most, though he was considerably bulkier in appearance up close then from afar. His hair stood as Goku's had... as well as Goten's own throughout childhood... of course, his face was solid. That of a fighter's, obviously, as by the looks of him he had been through enough of life to know a thing or two.
"..." The halfling stopped less then a few feet from his respective target, positioning himself within earshot. Conversation starters wasn't the boy's forte as he faced the warrior, finally finding a strait forward four words to throw out in a last attempt, "You know my Dad?"
As if awoken from a dream, he stood; managing footing upon flooring that hadn't been there before his temporary black-out. His world spun in a daze of blacks and whites till the momentary delusion wore off and returned him gently into where the Saiya-jin's body had resided. Gazing on a large wall of metallic gray, Goten realized this wasn't where he had been, only then remembering himself tearing through walls of a hospital with Cell alee to the boy's outward arm. There had been someone else... maybe? Everything seemed as though it were one of those weird dreams. The kind that you wake up the next morning and wonder what the hell you were on the night before, but either way he had been diverted from that course of events and now resided in some sort of prison.
"This is my time now." Nearby someone was pulling the dramatic course of their life in this television series, the hybrid paid no mind to it as he aligned his back into the perfect posture he had kept for the longest time he could remember. A few places his clothing was noticeably torn, having the ends of his pant legs and area about his suit's collar almost shredded for reasons unknown.
"No! No! No! No! No!" Another had sent himself into a rage over something; this brought a little attention onto him... but only for a moment. Wasn't anything to concern the youth, dismissing it as soon as he grew bored of listening.
"Bojack made it... funny." A small smirk consumed the length of Goten's lips, the youth finding it a bit entertaining to think that the man whom had been crawling and running through a hospital with an almost drunk atmosphere about him now was imprisoned with near perfect health. Both the Ader's deep toned voice and Raditzu's mixed together one after the other, giving thought that the two were involved in some sort of conversation.
Another one, younger, but the ki signature was definitely alike to his old comrade Burter. Goten had no idea the reptile was a father, goes to show how much he knew of Big Blue.
"The collar... it did not send him to the afterlife... it... Brim wiped him out of existence. Big Blue is... he's nowhere." Ironically, someone had referred to Burter with the same likeness he had. But that wasn't the thing that had spun the Saiya-jin teen around. The sound of that voice... it was... could it have been?
"Dad!" Goten turned about with a series of several large steps in the form of a run towards where the voice had come from only to have the boy stop short in the middle of everyone. Looking now not at his father, but an older man... a scar delicately laced in an 'x' shape across his left eye, armed in a style of battle mail that had fitted upon the Saiya-jin, Rad, as well. Residing near the group consisting of the female hybrid and a relatively few others, approaching someone wasn't a concept Goten lacked when it came to meetings though the whole thing was strange all in all.
"Kakarotto..." Whispered the man in a definite whisper, causing the teenager's eyes to widen slightly with interest. Only in certain cases had he heard that name used, though its meaning had been lost on him, it definitely belonged to his father as some style of name.
Apparently the calling out had been lost on all but himself, save a few others he guessed at. The elder Saiya-jin had been an inch-inch and a half taller then Goten, at the most, though he was considerably bulkier in appearance up close then from afar. His hair stood as Goku's had... as well as Goten's own throughout childhood... of course, his face was solid. That of a fighter's, obviously, as by the looks of him he had been through enough of life to know a thing or two.
"..." The halfling stopped less then a few feet from his respective target, positioning himself within earshot. Conversation starters wasn't the boy's forte as he faced the warrior, finally finding a strait forward four words to throw out in a last attempt, "You know my Dad?"