05-29-2006, 08:41 PM
Bloodshot eyes adorned the glare of the Saiya-jin whom arm pressed itself against the side of a tree gently, a certain fatigue filtered by the alteration of his stance. He had been traveling alone for the majority of the trip and it had begun taking its toll on him... a constant paranoia festered itself inside him from the need to be on his feet.
"Mm." Almost wanting to stammer something though nothing came. He had consumed much of the food and drink carried with him, resorting the what could be found along the path up till now.
Ahead the narrow clearing now began to separate wider as he walked before braking into a vast opened field that seemed very practical given the distant building that resembled a barn house in the distance. At this point he hadn't given a care wither or not the place was abandoned, somewhere to lay for an hour or so would've been sufficient enough.
"Civilization has never looked so good." It was almost a quick second before the space between the barn doors faded into a living shadow, crouched with a metallic object jetting outward in his direction. The nozzle quickly was identified as the hybrid had seen it before... a gun barrel. "Fuck."
Seconds before Goten had prepared himself for the inevitable sting of a bolt tearing through a portion of his body, the redemption of his hope took a leap.
"... Goten?" It was Trunks. If there was any voice in the world he could depict it was that of the lavender haired Saiya-jin's.
"Trunks!?" With an over expired run the halfling forced himself forth towards the barn till he could press his palm against the cool wooden frame with a big childish grin on his face. "Is that a gun in your hand or are you just happy to see me?"
"Mm." Almost wanting to stammer something though nothing came. He had consumed much of the food and drink carried with him, resorting the what could be found along the path up till now.
Ahead the narrow clearing now began to separate wider as he walked before braking into a vast opened field that seemed very practical given the distant building that resembled a barn house in the distance. At this point he hadn't given a care wither or not the place was abandoned, somewhere to lay for an hour or so would've been sufficient enough.
"Civilization has never looked so good." It was almost a quick second before the space between the barn doors faded into a living shadow, crouched with a metallic object jetting outward in his direction. The nozzle quickly was identified as the hybrid had seen it before... a gun barrel. "Fuck."
Seconds before Goten had prepared himself for the inevitable sting of a bolt tearing through a portion of his body, the redemption of his hope took a leap.
"... Goten?" It was Trunks. If there was any voice in the world he could depict it was that of the lavender haired Saiya-jin's.
"Trunks!?" With an over expired run the halfling forced himself forth towards the barn till he could press his palm against the cool wooden frame with a big childish grin on his face. "Is that a gun in your hand or are you just happy to see me?"