Day Two: Afternoon

[Tobias]

The chicken dangled back and forth, reflected in Garlic?s red tinged eyes. Red, because he was a twitch away from transforming. That fowl pendulum would taste so much sweeter if only it was Bujin. Twice he had escaped, and there was still a slight twinge of pain in his thigh, a reminder of what the tiny bastard had done. It was official, the little man was set on the same ashen pedestal as Tapion.

?Too bad,? Garlic snarled, ?our newfound meal there wasn?t that little man who escaped.?

?I?ll take a chicken over some green dude any day,? Goten laughed with a quick pat on Garlic?s head. The sayain quickly grimaced, as if he?d rather not overwork his lungs at the moment. Even a medpack can?t heal a sword through the chest without some lasting ill effects. Although it didn?t slow down Saiyan stomachs it seemed.

?Mmm. Well one chicken and what bread is left wont last us long. I?d say if we don?t get some serious nummies by tomorrow ?? Goten snorted suddenly.

?Did you say ?nummies???

?Well I, uh? I guess.? Garlic?s cheeks took on a purplish tinge as he looked elsewhere. Can?t a Goblin have one serious conversation?

?I?m not ten anymore midge.? Goten?s grin was still the same though, GJ noted. Mischievous. Like his own. No matter how embarrassing it was, and how much nerve-numbing torture it would take to get him to spit the words, he really did like the kid.

?You got a couple decades before you earn big boy words around me, Sport.? Goten looked down his nose at the strutting demon and chuckled. He saw him take the neck and base of his guitar and snap them together. A wince was awarded when Garlic tried a complex tune and let the notes fall flat.

?Maybe you should have practiced your music in those decades you have over me, eh??

?Like you could do any better?? The goblin strummed one long finger nail down the strings and began humming the proper tune.