05-25-2006, 01:00 AM
His satchel held a surprisingly far declination to it as he opened it up to glance about inside... A day or two's worth of individually packaged food, bottled water with around the same diminishing time, and a small compass buried in with what seemed a collection of other small items. Finally something caught his eye pulling back the piece of rolled paper with a designated map printed upon it, a device most appealing to use inside this wits end tournament.
"Hm." Goten brought the bag down and strapped it beneath his belt for safe keeping, tightening before glancing back up and about the room for any familiars.
"Let's see... There's... Vegeta and Bra. Piccolo. There we go." Upon seeing the purple haired wonder walking it seemed he hadn't been the only one seeking out the hybrid. It was possibly a good while before this place got rolling so he thought he might as well take advantage and make a pact with his childhood brethren.
Slipping past others the halfling made his way over to where Trunks stood... in the retreat moving the opposite way strode a black haired warrior, Saiya-jin by the obvious appeal. Goten caught a half glance at the man's face before walking up on the targeted halfbreed.
"Trunks...?" Uncertained at first he spoke to the back of the lavender head.
"Yeah?" Turning, the two met, Goten's expression adjusting into a smirk at the sight.
"Been a while, huh?"
"Hm." Goten brought the bag down and strapped it beneath his belt for safe keeping, tightening before glancing back up and about the room for any familiars.
"Let's see... There's... Vegeta and Bra. Piccolo. There we go." Upon seeing the purple haired wonder walking it seemed he hadn't been the only one seeking out the hybrid. It was possibly a good while before this place got rolling so he thought he might as well take advantage and make a pact with his childhood brethren.
Slipping past others the halfling made his way over to where Trunks stood... in the retreat moving the opposite way strode a black haired warrior, Saiya-jin by the obvious appeal. Goten caught a half glance at the man's face before walking up on the targeted halfbreed.
"Trunks...?" Uncertained at first he spoke to the back of the lavender head.
"Yeah?" Turning, the two met, Goten's expression adjusting into a smirk at the sight.
"Been a while, huh?"