Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inadequate ❯ Chapter Six: ( Chapter 6 )

Goten ambled out of the general's quarters. Of course he had no idea where his tent or the supply quarter's were. He wondered around looking for some kind of sign for them. He managed to make his way to the edge of the camp. The area he was in didn't seem very friendly. Among the cago crates covered with netting were very shady looking men who glance at him every so often. feeling uncomfortable he grabbed the flap of the white tent nearest to him. A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Goten turned around and was surprised to find a tall older man glaring down at him. He had calm eyes, but they looked ever mean. His black hair dropped over his ears and a lot of his face. Unlike most other men he was surpisingly clean, though his hair was quite greasy. He also sport very flimsy looking armor under a black tench coat.

"Don't go in that tent." He said coldly as Goten finally returned his gaze.

"Why not..." Goten snorted arrogently. Goten stopped, he had never done that before. He had never snorted in protest to anyone. Something about this man made him feel like he wanted to be supior. He wanted this man to know he was better than him.

"Just don't" The man said raising an eyebrow slightly. Usually when someone snorted like that they wouldn't break eye contact. Goten's eyes, however, darted around like he was in a panic and was having an arguement in his head. " the supply tent is over there." The man grabbed Goten's shoulder and dragged him over to a white tent. The man stuffed Goten through the flaps and walked away. Goten stummbled through the entrance and fell onto the dusty ground. The man standing at a counter before him laughed heartily and pulled him to his feet in one swift motion.

"you must be new, I'll get you some bedding." The man said shaking his head as he walked over to the corner of the tent. He grunted at he stung a rolled up matress over his shoulder and walked it over to Goten. Goten caught it as he tossed it to him. Inside the matress where some crisp linen sheets and a thin blanket.

"Uh, can you point me to the M class tent?" Goten said shifting his bedding over his
shoulder.

"your an M class?" The man said looking at him in surprise. " Dengerous place to be, but i guess that means your a good fighter,eh. Anyway take a left and it's the fifth tent on the right." Goten nodded in thanks and left the tent. He followed the man's directions exactaly and stopped in front of his tent. The outside was kind of dirty, but what wasn't around here. Goten walked inside. Each man stared at him as he them looking for an empty bunk. He had reached the back as he finally found an empty space. The men on the bunk across from him were sitting playing a game with wooden slabs.

"New meat!" A Man shouted as Goten set his bedding down on a bunk and unrolled it.

"Hey, my name's Rand." A man with soft features extended his his hand out. Goten shook his hand and chirped his name. Rand had wavey brown hair that curled down over his ears. It looked like he had been wearing a helmet to long because his hair was smooshed down at the top. He wore only a flimsy leather breastplate. Goten huffed as he sat down tiredly. Rand stepped from his bed over
to Goten's and sat by him.

"So what village you from?" Rand asked eagerly.

"well, you know just some small farming village in the country." Goten said nervously.

"Ah, one of them naturally strong country folks." All of the sudden everyone in the tent went silent. Goten could only hear the clomping of a pair of boots on the dusty floor. Down the isle came that same man he had seen at the edge of the camp. He stopped and glared down at Goten, he turned on a heel to the bunk across from his.

"Turner, Zaroff requests your company." The man turned once agian and walked out with one last glance a Goten.

"jeez scarey..." Rand muttered. The one called turned shakily put on his armor and sword and left the tent as well.

"Who is that guy?" Goten asked sternly.

"That's our captian, Spyre Xicir, he's the best fighter in the camp. Also one of the meanest people you'll ever meet."
Goten sighed nervously. He had already made an enemy of his captian, great.