The fissure split thirty meters down into the ground. Golden light shone down its walls, illuminating every detail of the pitcher plant pinned to the rock face.
Inside its half-open mouth, an unnaturally white face struggled frantically. A ki blade pinned its neck against the stone wall, and its mouth opened and closed without producing a complete sound. Its limbs-if those vine-like things could be called limbs-scraped white marks into the rock.
Goten crouched beside the fissure and tilted his head.
"Trunks, come take a look at this thing."
Trunks walked over in three steps and leaned into the fissure, his short blue hair falling forward to cover half his face.
After looking for two seconds, he drew back a little.
"...That's pretty disgusting."
"Orochimaru made a wooden man, and now there's a pitcher plant here. This world sure has a lot of freaks."
Goten reached out and tapped the edge of the fissure twice, dislodging a few stones that struck the white face.
The white face's mouth finally squeezed out a sound, hissing and rasping, barely resembling human speech.
"You... aren't... a ninja..."
"No kidding. Do ninjas look like me?"
Goten pointed his right index finger downward, tightening the ki blade another notch around the thing's neck. The white face's eyes bulged, and its mouth stretched to an angle that should never have appeared on a human face.
Trunks folded his arms and tilted his head, examining the texture of the face.
"This thing isn't made of flesh. Look at its skin. It's practically tree bark. Its cellular structure is entirely plant-based."
"That's why I said it's a pitcher plant."
"At least pitcher plants can digest bugs. What can this thing do?"
The two Saiyans crouched at the edge of the fissure and discussed it for a few seconds.