As he awaited Trunks' arrival, Goten decided to investigate, and subsequently... eat, his surroundings. So far, he had consumed an assortment of flowers, something looking like Nesquik cereal that he found outside a rabbit-hole, and the entire contents of a brown paper bag, marked with a rounded yellow 'M'. Each morsel, more disgusting than the one that preceded it.
He was just about to give up on the concept of roadside cuisine, when he spotted a patch of rather curious-looking mushrooms. Completely unaware of the hallucinogenic nature of the fungus, Goten picked one and ate it. For the first time today, his taste receptors were pleased, and so was he. Ever his father's son, Goten gluttonously devoured the lot.
He rose to his feet, his left eye and corner of his mouth twitching rapidly. Staring transfixed into the distance, his cute baby features morphed into an obscene grin, much resembling that of Prof. Stephen Hawking, the wheelchair guy.
To his astonishment, Goten saw what appeared to be a bright red rhinoceros, with headlights and an exhaust pipe, galloping towards him at approximately 280mph, several feet off the ground. Unbeknown to him, this was merely his mind's perception Dr. Brief's hover-car, whilst under the influence of the 'magic' mushrooms, of which he had eaten so many.
However, he didn't pay it much attention as he was soon distracted by the six-inch tall monkey-children that had gathered at his feet. He felt sympathy towards them, as he too was of the simian persuasion. That is, until they started hacking at his toes with the rusty nails they carried as swords.
He kicked at them in the hope that they would disband, but for each monkey-child that fell, two more parachuted down from the sky to take its place. Soon Goten was overwhelmed by the masses of tiny attackers, he writhed on the floor, willing them to leave him in peace.
As he struggled to remove one of them from his face and take one last glance at the world, he saw that the bright red rhinoceros had come to a halt nearby and appeared to be giving birth. The baby rhino plopped onto the floor, looking rather shaken by the ordeal it had just been through. As it drew itself up Goten saw that it had blue eyes, purple hair and, in some unfathomable way, it bore an uncanny resemblance to Trunks.
'Goten?' Trunks said, with more than a hint of bewilderment, as he observed his friend desperately flailing his arms, apparently trying to defend himself against some invisible attacker. 'Goten, what the hell's the matter with you?'
The army of monkey-children vanished as Goten became intrigued by this new apparition, a talking baby rhino.
'Goten?' Trunks repeated, this time with an added tone of annoyance, as he looked into Goten's calmed down, glazed over eyes. 'Earth to Goten, can you hear us?'
Goten murmured something inaudible as he removed his nappy and offered it to the baby rhino. Trunks was not impressed by this, he declined the gift and slapped Goten's face. It seemed to have some effect, Goten's eyes appeared to focus a little. Trunks decided to roll with it, and slapped Goten several more times.
The physical abuse of his features, coupled with his advanced Saiyan digestive system, was (conveniently) enough to bring him round from what had been a most non-non-heinous trip. Goten and Trunks play an excellent air guitar riff for no apparent reason, a lá Bill and Ted.
'So, where do you think we're gonna find some good food?' Trunks inquired.
'I dunno, that's why I asked you to come here.' said Goten, a little disappointed.
'Oh.' said Trunks. 'Well... um, we could always... err, hang on a sec.'
Trunks hopped back into the bright red hover-car and motioned for Goten to follow. Goten eyed the car suspiciously, as he could have sworn it was a large, thick-skinned mammal not a minute ago. He put his reservations aside and joined Trunks on the front seat. They sat and marveled at the wide array of controls.
'Okay, this worked once, it should work again.' Trunks said, not even nearly sounding confident about his prediction. He closed his eyes and began the ritual of the random button pressing. Goten watched in disbelief as Trunks took their lives in his hands with such technological recklessness.
'Um... are you sure you know what you're doing?' Goten asked worriedly.
'No.' Trunks answered in an unusually reassuring tone, beginning to enjoy the powerful feeling he got from being behind the wheel.
Goten looked at Trunks rather dubiously before sinking down in his seat and covering his head. Just then, the car began the start-up process, now familiar to Trunks. He smiled at Goten as the lights on the dashboard and the whirring of the engine signaled that movement was imminent.
'See, told you I knew what I was doing.' Trunks said smugly, as he pulled on a pair of sunglasses that he found while hiding under the seat on the way.
'Um... actually, you said...' Goten's correction was cut short as the hover-car shot backwards towards the city, still set at 280mph. As the car reversed at such a tremendous speed, Goten and Trunks were pinned against the windscreen like a pair of Garfield dolls... but at least they were on their way.
