Commission for gotenguy1800
By: byruble
A late afternoon sun graces the land below with its golden beams of warmth. The still lakes and ponds shimmer along the shores, reflecting the sky’s deep emerald hue onto the world’s vast plains. Turquoise grass and tree leaves sway together in harmony as a gentle balmy breeze naviates the peaceful planet of Namek.
“But Piccolo… I already know how to do all that stuff!” Goten wines in his scratchy childish voice. “Punch, punch, kick… punch, punch, block! It’s so easy!”
“Oh, really?” Piccolo crosses his arms, squinting at the boy. “Then I guess it would be easy to block THIS!”
“OOF!” Goten takes a hard knee to the gut and is launched into the air. After a few seconds with his head literally in the clouds, he crashes down flat on his face, displacing the earth below him. “Ow! I wasn’t ready, you big jerk! That’s not fair!”
“Life’s not fair, kid.” Piccolo scoffs. “At this rate you'll never be able to fight alongside us in a real battle.”
“Hmph.” Goten jumps up and brushes the dirt off his of his orange gi. “If time is the problem why can’t I just train in the hyperbalony time chamber like dad? I would have all the time in the world!”
“…You mean the hyperbolic time chamber?” Piccolo’s shakes his head. “No. You gotta do it the old fashioned way. No shortcuts. It helps build character.”
“Character, shmaracter!” Goten’ eyes begin to water. “You’re so lame!”
“Tch.” Piccolo turns his back to the sobbing boy. “Stop being such a big baby. All I've tasked you to do is bring down this tree. Apply your training and you should be able to take it down in minutes.”
“But… but…” Goten turns around and faces said tree. He strains his neck in an attempt to lay eyes on the sky high tree top. The thick towering hunk of bark towers at least ten stories high, providing ample shade to a sizeable area of land.
“Do I really gotta take down… the whole tree?” Goten’s voice squeaks.
“Yes. The whole tree.” Piccolo responds, looking back at Goten. “Consider yourself lucky. Back when I was a kid they made us clear mountains for warm ups. You don't even want to know what they made us do for-”
“But this tree is huge!” Goten interrupts, lifting his arms in the air to accentuate his point. “Probably one of the biggest I've ever seen! Can’t I just go into the forest and pick a smaller tree?”
“No. It's too dangerous to venture out there right now. There’s been rumors of this strange creature roaming around nearby planets turning people into-”
“Candy?” Goten rubs his belly and licks his lips. “Like Buu?”
“… No. This creatures turns people into a puddle of… goo.” Piccolo winces. “I even heard the victims still have the ability to see, smell and hear their surroundings in their transformed state but can’t move or respond to anyone who-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Goten interrupts, wafting his hand. “ I know you’re just saying that stuff to scare me! Dad told me the same thing already!”
“Hmph.” Piccolo closes his eyes. “Just don’t wander off. I don’t want to be responsible for scooping you up.”
“Relax already! I’ll stay put like a gooood booooy.” Goten creates a halo over his head with his hands.
“When I return I expect to see that tree beaten to a pulp.” Piccolo points to the ground. “A pulp.”
“Maaan…” Goten turns to face the tree once more. “But what if I get tired? Can I take a break? What if I just crack a little branch off of it? Does that count? What if-AAAHHH!” A strong gust of wind nearly forces him to smack face first into the tree. He catches himself and turns back around to witness piccolo jetting off into the horizon.
“He’s such a jerk!” Goten grumbles, stomping his foot on the ground. “That’s probably why he doesn’t have any friends!” He sizes up the tree, looking for any weak spots on the beige bark. “Ugh. How is beating up a tree gonna help me ‘build character’ anyway?”
Goten huffs out a loud sigh and winds his fist back. He begins showing the giant tree what he’s made of: Quick punches, powerful elbows blows, gut wrenching knees strikes and devastating kicks. The area of impact chips away little by little as if a slow saw blade was running right through it. His strained grunts and yells are heard throughout the open plain accompanied by the gentle sound of the flowing winds.
“HYAAAA!” Goten lands a particularly powerful, but clumsy, punch, shaking the tree enough to relieve it of several of its cerulean eaves. They flutter down to the ground like a ballad of spinning feathers.
“YOWCH!” Goten retracts his fist with a loud yelp. He spots a small splinter lodged in between his knuckle. “S-Stupid tree! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” The sobbing boy plops onto his butt and carefully pulls out the needle-like infiltrator. “Why didn’t that meany give me gloves? I bet he knew this would happen!”
Goten successfully removes the splinter and tosses it into the tall grass. His gaze stays locked onto the view in front of him: Hundreds of trees, maybe thousands, tightly packed together in the not-so-far distance, all definitely smaller than the tree he’s training on. He squints his eyes and curls his lips upwards.
“I bet… I’ll find a tree I can knock over in the forest easy peasy. That’s gotta count, right? And when I do, I’ll bring it over to Piccolo and then he’ll be all like ‘Ooh yeah, I knew you had it in you, Goten. Welcome to the butt kicking club!’” Goten jumps to his feet, punching his fist into his palm. “Yeah! He won’t even care that I ‘strayed too far’! He’ll be too proud of me! And then dad will be proud! This is gonna be awesome!”
Goten convinces himself and begins his sprint towards the forest at full speed, reducing a twenty minute journey by foot to five. The grass parts in front of him like an arrowhead shooting forth from his sheer speed. Dirt gets kicked up into the air and trails behind him, giving spectators the illusion of a horizontal dust devil. In no time flat, he reaches the forest entrance.
“Muh… made it! Phew…” Goten pants and wheezes for breath from his excessive use of power. He leans himself on a mossy boulder and peers into the blueish evergreen hallway.
The thick canopy above filters out most of the sun’s rays, allowing only a few scattered beams to spotlight the forest floor. Its luminescence gives the neighboring foliage a warm golden glow. The earth’s dewy aroma hints at recent rainfall. That, and the numerous puddles speckled throughout. Songbirds fill the woods with echoes of their music.
“So many trees to choose from! Hmm…” Goten investigates the many options. “Ooh! This one is perfect!” He spots a tree the size of his small home, maybe only two stories high.
“Sorry mister tree but I gotta beat you up for my training. I’ll plant your seeds in the ground so your babies can live, though!” Goten rubs his hands together. “Okay… here we go! HIYAAAAAA!”
He attacks the helpless tree with a barrage of basic, but deadly, moves. The tree violently shakes back and forth, its upper trunk snapping and cracking away as it does so. With one final jumping punch, the tree gives in and splits in two, the upper half slamming onto the ground with a thunderous boom.
“WOOHOO! I did it! That was way too easy! Now I can show Picco-... huh?”
An orange orb the size of a watermelon rolls out of the fallen tree’s bushy crown. Broken twigs, feathers and leaves stuck inside of it slow its advance to a crawl. It stops right below a single beam of light, giving it the illusion of incandescence.
“N-No way…” Goten’s eyes and mouth widen. “Is that… a dragonball?” He approaches the slightly translucent ball with an open hand.
“Whoa! Why does it feel so… squishy?” Goten carefully picks up the cool moist orb and examines it. “It feels just like… putty! I don’t think this is a dragon ball after all…” He rubs his chin with a slight squint. “Didn’t Piccolo mention something about this? No, wait… he was talking about goo, right? This isn’t goo, it’s… putty!”
The confident boy nods his head, removing the debris from the orb. “Man, look at all this junk on it! Must’ve had a long journey here! I wonder who lost it?” He pulls it apart to better clean it up. “Well, at least it’s still really stretchy!”
Goten enjoys the sensation of the putty’s fresh rubbery texture. He molds it into different shapes: houses, cars, trees, a rice bowl and his dad’s hair. The putty retracts to its normally bulbous state after every creation.
“Haha! This thing is amazing!” Goten grins with wide eyes.
He continues have fun with the different shapes and forms until…
“Hey, check it out! I made a pair of undies!” Goten holds up the smooth ‘V’ shaped putty in front of him. “Hmm… they sure do LOOK like undies, but do they FEEL like undies?” He shifts his eyes around the forest. “This is so weird but… I gotta know!”
The curious boy finds himself sliding down the legging to his gi. His white underwear is next, joining the leggings atop the bush. He stands for a few seconds contemplating his decision.
“Well… here goes nothin’!” Goten whispers out loud.
He uses his hand to carve out two openings at the top of the putty underwear for his legs.
The moist slippery substance effortlessly slides up his legs to his hips. He molds the putty around him to perfectly fit his pelvis, the sensation of it reaching the nooks and crannies of his privates sending shivers down his spine.
“Wow… this ain’t half bad!” Goten’s cheeks turn a rosy pink. “It just feels a little… dirty…”
He re-equips his orange leggings and turns around to face another tree, roughly the same size as the one he had just knocked over. “Alright then. Back to work!”
Sweat begins to seep out of the hard working kid’s body, particularly in the area suffocated by the grippy putty. The salty liquid slides down his buttcrack and pools in a small indent in the putty under his butt. The area begins to fog up.
“HYAAAAA!” With another powerful kick, he snaps another tree in half, the bushy crown plunging to the ground and shaking the forest with a massive thud. “Haha! Too easy!” Goten pulls open his legging’s waistband and peers inside. “This new putty underwear really does the trick! Way more flexibility! I'm gonna master this training in no time… watch out, Piccolo!”
Goten moves on to the next tree with gusto. He takes a deep breath and squats, getting his legs ready for some more tree bashing. He crouches down further to the ground when suddenly-
*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*
“Ooooops!” Goten’s eyes dart around the forest in search of any witnesses. “Eh… heheh… m-musta been mom’s beef and broccoli!” He stands still and awaits the foul odor to travel up his gi and into his nose.
“…Huh?” Goten’s nose remains unscathed after several seconds of anticipation. “Looks like I got lucky… this wasn’t a stinker!” He places his hands on his knees and squats once more.
“Let’s see how much damage I can do with a charged kick!” Goten closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “HRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
He leaps into the air and dives straight down at the tree with a backside heel kick. The impact is so powerful the top half of the tree bends backwards at an almost ninety degree angle, shooting wooden shards into the canopy. Goten lands on his feet with a loud… well that wasn’t a thud…
“Oh shoot! Another one!” Goten’s body tenses up as he scans the forest once more. Not a single soul.
“Phew… I’m pretty gassy today! I wonder if…” He notices his leggings pressing against his belly a little tighter than usual. “Uh oh… don’t tell me I’m getting chubby! Piccolo will never let me hear the end of it!”
He looks down to examine his belly. No chubbiness to be found. He spots his shadow casting besides him. Two dark circles where his butt should be look back at him.
“Whoa! What the heck? There’s no way that’s my-” He places a hand on the bulbous mass behind him. No sensation.
“I’m so confused… maybe its-OOOOOOPS!” Another low trumpet note escapes from the depths of his bowels. His legging’s grip grows tighter.
“Jeez! Are my farts somehow shrinking my clothes!?” Goten pulls down his leggings and holds them in front of him for examination. His eyes bounce from the top to the bottom. “Huh… they don’t look any different. Wait a sec…”
Goten catches a glimpse of a puddle next to him. Reflected is his new orange underwear with three big shiny bubbles near his butt bundled together. He raises his eyebrow.
“What? Are my farts… being trapped in the putty?” Goten blinks twice with his mouth slightly open. “That makes so much more sense! No wonder I couldn’t smell anything!” He grins with his one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. “I wonder how many fart bubbles I can make in this thing…”
…Unfortunately, Goten is blissfully ignorant to the fact that the putty is indeed one of the victims Piccolo mentioned earlier. It’s bad enough that someone found him and decided to use him as underwear but it’s a whole other dimension of bad luck that this the putty man’s face ends up directly in front of the gassy boy’s smelly butt. He can do nothing but take all of what Goten intends to dish out.
“Let’s see if I got any farts left in me! Hnnnnggg…” Out comes another putrid puff of hot gas, announcing itself with a tuba-like bellow.
The putty man feels his non existent eyebrows burn away at the lingering smog directly in front of him. Not only is he forced to inhale Goten’s butt burps, he’s also getting a nose full of the boy’s sweaty taint.
“Ahh… I wonder if there’s any putty in the forest? I wanna take some home to play with later…” Goten eyes wander the vastness of the forest. “Well, can’t hurt to look right? I technically already finished my training, soooo… let’s go!”
Goten wanders the abundant collection of timber in search of another ball of putty. He climbs the highest trees, lifts the heaviest boulders and mows down the thickest of thickets on his quest. Every couple of minutes he stops to let one rip, adding to his collection of putty bubbles.
The putty man takes each wave of rancid hot wind with absolute anguish. Unable to escape, the rotting fumes mix with one another to amplify the meaty miasma within. A bubble is created around his face every time the merciless boy cuts the cheese, increasing the room the deadly gas has to cultivate.
All the putty man sees is a sweaty butt and the air around him beginning to physically saturate into a brownish green haze. He wonders what he could have done to deserve being trapped in this actual gas chamber.
Goten continues his relentless fart marathon as he explores the forest. Every few minutes he turns around to admire the new bubbles he’s created on his putty underwear. He smiles as the bubbles quickly multiply, now resembling an orange bundle of balloons.
The suffering putty man tries to hold in his breath to try and give his putty lungs a break. He regrets that decision with every fiber of his gelatinous being as he exhales. He’s going to need a lot of air for a breath, isn’t he? Copious amounts of the boy’s scorching, rancid gastric vapor enters both his mouth and his nostrils like a vacuum. He can feel his insides being coated in a film of the brownish-green smog, unable to cough or gag any of it out. The putty man silently wallows in his despair.
“Boy!” Goten stops his advance. “All this searching sure is making me hungry!” He reaches in his gi and pulls out a chocolate bar wrapped in shiny blue foil. “Good thing I snuck this out from mom’s room when she wasn’t looking! I wonder why she was hiding it? Sharing is caring, you know! That’s what dad always says!” He rips off the wrapping paper and holds the chocolate up to his eyes. The logo of the candy is printed across the bar. “‘Choclax’, huh? Sounds fancy!”
He gobbles up the entire footlong bar of chocolate at the speed of has-never-eaten-before-ever. The dark brown bar shrinks in size as Goten rapidly chomps down on it on it like a chipmunk. In an instant, the chocolate is gone with only remnants of its existence remaining in splatters on Goten’s face and hands.
“Mmm! Kinda taste like cherries! I gotta find some more of these later…” Goten licks his fingers clean of the sticky chocolatey goodness. “Now… where was I? Oh, yeah! Hnnngg!”
Yet another one of his butt’s death breaths squeezes into the putty with a loud horn-like rumble. The orange putty remains true to its colors on the outside, but the inside is another story; It’s essentially transformed into a swampy bog.
The putty man can now physically see the air around him being displaced as more hot stank steam forces its way inside the now doubly sized arena. His eyes slowly give out from the sheer intensity of the relentless odor. Unable to blink, he must tough it out for as long as he can.
“Ooh!” Goten clasps his hands together. He spots a spherical orange object lodged in between two dewy bushes. “I think… I found some more putty!” He runs over and grabs the object in the blink of an eye.
“What? Aww…” Goten groans. “It’s just someone's gi! Looks like they left their shoes behind too. I wonder who… huh?” He observes the clothing with squinty eyes. The inside of the gi has bits of familiar orange debris… as do the shoes.
“Is that… putty?” Goten scoops some up with his finger. He squishes the goo between his thumb and index finger. “I think… it is!” He swivels his head with furled eyebrows. “There’s a copycat out here! Putty undies was my idea! Not fair! I totally-OOOOOH MAAAAAN!”
A painful burst of bubbles erupts inside of Goten’s guts. He crosses his arms over his belly and bends down a little to alleviate the pain. The pressure gets worse.
“Holy moly… I feel like I gotta take a really big-”
*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*
A mighty gust of beefy colon wind heads straight towards the putty man in a swirling foggy cloud. It grinds across his face on impact, seemingly melting away pieces of his face. He prepares to inevitably breathe in the deadly odor, expecting it to be the more of the same concoction already surrounding him, only more potent.
Indeed it is, but… what’s that? He spots a droplet of brown liquid dripping down the boy’s crack through the thick haze. No… it can’t be. Not like this…
“I gotta poo! I gotta poo really REALLY badly!” Goten hops in place, biting down on his lip. “This is so weird! I was totally fine a minute ago! Oh man, oh man, oh man! Gotta get to my house, F-FAST!”
He turns tail and runs faster than he’s ever run before. He kicks up leaves, dirt and mud during his determined sprint through the woods, covering the surrounding trees with the debris. All this rapid movement unfortunately further irritates his bowels…
The putty man’s toxin filled body bobs up and down from the boy’s desperate dash. With every step taken a small poot sneaks its way inside of the rancid dome, adding layers of stank to its already vomit inducing brew. What’s truly concerning to the putty man is the amount of brown liquid sneaking its way in. With every poot a small amount of the boy’s butt chocolate drips down and pools at the bottom. The humidity inside doesn’t help, as the mist makes it feel like a musty sauna from hell.
“Almost there… I think!” Goten bursts out of the forest and cuts through the plains. “I’m… n-not gonna make it! C’mon legs, faster! Don’t let me poop myself!” His speed increases tenfold.
The putty man silently cheers for the distressed boy to make it in time, for his very life may depend on it. His eyes remain glued to the disturbing amount of butt juice swashing around below him, some even splashing up to his lip. He cringes at its suspiciously spicy flavor, unable to imagine what tragedy awaits him should this kid fail…
“I see the Piccolo’s big dumb tree! Almost… there…!” Goten gives it his absolute all. “So… close!”
The putty man does his best to ignore the machine-gun like farts blowing his way and instead thinks of the freedom and fresh air that will soon follow. If the boy makes it, he’ll have to remove him to take care of his business. All the gas trapped inside will dissipate into the air and all will be well. All he has to do is-
“OOOOAAAAAH!” With a loud thunk, Goten finds himself airborne thanks to an inconveniently placed rock. “NOOOOOOO!” His words of helplessness soar into the sky in slow motion, falling on deaf ears. After what seems like a lifetime, he slams face first onto the ground right next to Piccolo’s large tree.
The forceful impact causes Goten’s butthole to surrender its desperate clench. He lies on the ground exhausted and defeated, awaiting the inevitable. A loud rumble travels down his guts…
*PRRRRRRRRRSSSSHHHHHHH*
A devastatingly wet fart erupts within the confines of the putty. The putty man watches the event unfold like a ship sinking into the sea: First, a first few leaks flooding the hull. Then, loud unsettling noises reverberating throughout the entire ship. And finally…
“I’M SORRY!” Goten yells to himself. The floodgates open. A violent torrent of dark brown pulpy diarrhea explodes from his butt and fills his putty underwear to the brim within seconds.
The once hopeful putty man can only watch as the murky sea of hot poo quickly reaches his mouth. The indescribably bitter spiciness… why in the world is it spicy? He takes a deep breath through his nose, filling his putty lungs with as much of the contaminated air as he can, as agonizing as that may be. His final moments of clear vision fades away as his eyes submerge into the rising excrement. Burning visions of brown now envelope his world.
“Dang it…” Goten sits up on his knees. He turns to see his once brightly colored underwear now stained a murky brown. “I’ve ruined my awesome putty undies…” Goten sighs with a pout. “Well… at least it kept all of the poop inside. Lucky me, I guess?”
Goten sits silently as his anal volcano erupts to completion. Might as well, right? Not like he has any other choice anyway…
“Ugh…” Goten groans with red hot cheeks. “This is so embarrassing… good thing Piccolo isnt-” His relief is cut short when he feels a sudden burst of energy approaching from the distance.
“N-No! He’s… he’s coming!” Goten frantically paces around on his knees. “What am I gonna do!?” He stops and looks back at his utterly soiled putty underwear. “Uhm… UHM…!”
Goten pinches the diarrhea filled sack off of his butt. The detached putty now resembles droopy trash bag, still completely encapsulating his foul waste. He raises his eyebrows with half open eyes.
“So… much… poo. I feel so much better, though…” Goten shuts his eyes and shakes his head. “Ah! Gotta go before Piccolo gets back!” He jumps up on his feet and begins his escape towards his home, which is maybe only five minutes away. “GO, GO, GO!”
The putty man silently bathes in his fecal prison, still holding his breath. Heat from the sun steams the pasty contents within. He can only imagine how much worse the stench is getting.
“Why is this tree still standing?” Piccolo announces, slowly descending to the ground. “I thought told you… huh? Goten?” He notices an odd bulbous brownish sack baking in the sun. “No… no way! Has Goten been turned into…”
Piccolo uses his foot to roll the putty sack on its side. A sharp stone pierces the bottom, causing its putrefied contents to spew out all over the grass. He jumps back, almost vomiting at the offensive odor.
“Gah! What… the hell!?” Piccolo’s stomach churns. “Is this some kind of prank?” He turns around and spots Goten skedaddling away in the distance. His superior vision also catches a glimpse of the remaining putty on his bare butt.
“GOOOOOOTEEEEEEEEN!” Piccolo hollers, giving the birds in the air quite the scare. He leaps into the air and takes off in his direction.
Enough of the chunky diarrhea leaks out onto the grass, granting the putty man enough room for a breath. His nose is assaulted with a very spoiled, beefy, sewage-like medley of funk. His face physically browns up, no longer being able to take this abuse.
He feels his consciousness slowly drifting away with each breath. Perhaps someone will find him and by the kindness of their hearts wash him up? Wishful thinking…
