Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inadequate ❯ World One: Rising Son ( Chapter 4 )

The first mission on your adventure

Goten sat at the table quietly eating his dinner when the ship started to quake as if something had hit it. Goten stood up quickly and ran into the control room. His view of the outside was cluttered with rocks. They pummeled his ship knocking it around like a hockey puck.

"An asteriod field?" Goten asked himself as he tried tirelessly to steer the ship from the path of any oncoming asteriods. "I must be leaving normal space."
Goten steering skills were good but not good enough to avoid a very large asteroid scrapping the right side of the ship. The ship was suddenly filled with a red light and a loud annoying siren started going off. The meters on his ship read that there was some external and interal damage from the impact. Goten knew that he was losing control of the steering in a last ditch effort Goten prodded the controls towards the closest planet. The planet was small and a sickly blue looking, but he would rather die there then in space. Goten activated the landing gear as soon as he broke through the atmosphere. Or that was atleast what he tried to do. No matter how many time he did the landing controls it wouldn't activate. Goten had focused so much attention on those that the ship had started to brush atop trees in a large vast forest. Goten strapped himself down and braced for impact. The ship with standed the assualt of the trees and finally grinded to a hult. Goten leaned back and sighed in relief. What a great way to start an adventure.

Goten opened his eyes to a feminine mechanical voice echoing throughout the ship.

"Auto repiars at 5% estimated completion time 8 weeks." the voice shut off.

"8 weeks!" Goten cried out as he undid the buckles and stood up. "what am i supposed to do for two months?"
Goten hastily walked over to the planet pannel, and typed in his coorordinates. The small sickly blue planet came up and read.

Planet: Cortex

Species: Vojo; primitive forms of humans. Dwell in small villages, and wage war often. technology is consisted of mainly fire, swords and arrows.

Average tempeture: 78 degrees F


The picture of the planet switched to a soldier wereing armor and holding a sword. Goten frowned, he had just found out what kind of a place he would be living in for the next two monthes.

Goten shrugged off his annoyance and made his way to the living quarters. His armor was different from the ones on the planet wore, but it would be good enough. He took off his trianing clothes and pulled himself into the spandex suit. The spandex huged every curve in his muscle and it made him feel more naked than he would've liked to. He pulled the armor on and strapped the sheathed sword to his side. Goten had to force the exit to the ship open because it lacked the power. He tummbled onto the forest floor and felt the rain above pat down on him right away.

"Must it always rain eveywhere i go?" Goten asked himself as he stood up from the wet brush covered floor. Goten closed the door and left the space craft. The forest he walked into was thick, he had even resorted to cutting through the brush with his sword once or twice. Finally he stummbled from it's grasp and onto a feild of mud. the rain had reduced this field to sloppy soil. In the distance he could see a town, or at least some kind of encampment. So now he braved his way through the wet mud field.