I woke up early in the morning, getting out of bed and stretching my limbs out before getting dressed. I walk out to have breakfast, seeing my mother in the kitchen pouring some water into four glasses.
"Morning, sweetie. Breakfast is on the table." She said, her face lighting up with a smile as soon as she saw me.
Looking at the table, it seems I was the last one to wake, as my father and little brother were already sitting at the table.
"Zyleth." My father nodded, acknowledging my presence.
"Morning, Zy'..." Raditz greeted with a yawn.
"Morning." I replied to the both of them as I sat down at the table next to my brother.
Looking at the spread in front of me, it seemed my mother pulled out all the stops again, with the table holding an assortment of eggs, meat, biscuits, and other types of breakfast foods. Ever since Beerus complimented her cooking, she's been trying out different recipes and other ways of food preparation.
I don't know why it took Lord Beerus of all people to praise her food for her to start doing these things, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"We going to go train today?" Raditz asked, his mouth full and muffled.
"As if you had to ask." I replied, eating a fork-full of scrambled eggs, "And stop talking with your mouth full."
"Training, huh? Why don't you have your team join us for today?" Bardock suddenly asked.
I look up at him with a little bit of surprise. After all, he has never proposed this idea before. Sure, he would have me or sometimes Raditz train with him and his team, but never did he extend the offer to anyone else.
"What, like a joint training session?" I asked with a raised brow.
He nodded with a small, challenging smirk, "That's right. Unless you think that your team isn't ready for our intense training regiment."
Both Raditz and I stared at him for a brief moment before looking towards each other, struggling to keep our composure.
"What? What's with the funny looking faces?" Bardock asked, tilting his head at us.
We both look back towards him again, seeing his confusion, before turning back towards each other. We couldn't hold it in anymore and just started to laugh hysterically.
"What's so damn funny?!" Bardock yelled before getting slapped in the back of the head, courtesy of our mother.
"No yelling at the table." She said, giving him a small glare before walking back into the kitchen to clean.
After a few moments, Raditz and I were finally able to calm down, having to take a few deep breaths to try and alleviate some of the pain in our sides that was caused from our extended laughter.
"D-Don't worry about it." I said with a light chuckle, trying to wave off my father's irritation, "Sure, we'll do a joint training session with you guys. We'll meet at the Royal Training Grounds in an hour."
Finishing our breakfast, Raditz and I get up to leave, still chuckling amongst ourselves. Bardock sees this and he rubbed the back of his head with utter confusion.
"I swear, those two get weirder and weirder every day..." He muttered.
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Already at the Royal Training Grounds, Team Black occupied themselves with stretches and some light warm ups as we waited for Team Bardock.
"A joint session? Are you sure that it won't be a waste of time." Vegeta asked cockily as he stretched out his arms.
"Last time I checked, Vegeta, they were still stronger than you." I reminded him.
The young Prince clicked his teeth in annoyance before turning his head in a huff.
Ever since he and the others had broken into the ten thousands, he's been very cocky about his rising level of power. Not as cocky as he was in the Saiyan Saga, nowhere near that, but still enough for me to think that he needs to get humbled.
"Chin up. You might actually learn something." I said to him.
He scoffed and looked back over at me with a skeptical gaze, but he didn't say anything in response.
I let out an annoyed sigh before replying with, "How about this. You do your best and take this training seriously, and I'll teach you a new attack."
That seemed to get his attention, as his eyes widened in excitement for a brief second before he tried acting nonchalant.
"I suppose if it's that important to you..." He mutters, trying to act as though he wasn't excited.
Still a damn tsundere...
I roll my eyes at the kid before my attention gets drawn away as I see a group of five familiar Saiyans walking up.
"Look alive." I told the four.
Vegeta, Broly, Raditz, and Turles all fell in line behind me, watching as Team Bardock finally arrived at the training grounds.
"'Bout time, old man." I said to my father with a smart-ass smirk, " I was starting to think you ran out on us."
He rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed groaned before pointing his thumb toward Shugesh, "Mr. Big-Boned had to use the bathroom."
"Hey, I'll have you know that it's a very serious medical condition!" Shugesh exclaimed.
Bardock waved an uncaring hand at his teammate before looking at me with a serious expression.
"We doing this or what?" He asked.
I look at my team, who all looked back at me with confident smirks, before looking back at my father with a confident expression myself.
"Whose training are we doing first?"
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"This is impossible!!" Tora yelled out in frustration as he tried to spar against Vegeta.
"Hmph, pathetic! You can't even perform with that poultry amount of weight?" Vegeta asked as he hit Tora in the gut with a heavy kick.
There were four battles going on in the training ground. Bardock and I stood on the ground, acting as spectators as we looked up and saw his team struggle against mine.
"There's no way you runts train like this everyday!" Fasha yelled with the same, if not more frustration than Tora.
I honestly felt bad for her the most. She was up against Broly. There's no way she'll be able to put up any kind of fight with his amount of brute strength.
Team Bardock was struggling a bit on getting used to our training regiment, which obviously included weighted sparring. This entire time they thought I just used weighted bands to limit myself so that sparring matches with my father would be more equal.
Safe to say that they were not experiencing to have five-hundred pound weights strapped to each of their limbs.
Aside from myself, Broly was the one with the highest set of weights, coming in around six-hundred and fifty pounds. My own weights were at half a ton. Couple that with Planet Vegeta's higher gravity, and every single one of these little gremlins are going to be nothing short of titans by the time canon rolls around.
"This is getting annoying..." Shugesh muttered through his teeth as he wiped a bit a blood away from his mouth.
He and Borgos were facing Turles and Raditz, who were actually pushing them back now.
"What kind of training did you put these guys under? I swear, you and the rest of them are just a bunch of monsters." Bardock said as he shook his head.
Before this, me and the others went through Team Bardock's usual training routine, which was just a bit of exercise before some heavy sparring.
While the exercises weren't all that intense, it was the sparring that had a very good effect on my team, especially Vegeta. While it was still fairly close, Team Bardock was still ahead of my team by a few thousand in terms of their power level, not to mention that they had a lot more experience than all of us combined.
Each member of my team suffered a big loss, with the only exception being Broly, who had managed to hold his own quite a bit before eventually going down like the others.
And while the Prince did get humbled, quite a bit actually, he seemed to have carried that grudge into when we switched to our training regiment.
"What do you say, father? You think you'll be able to keep up?" I asked with a smirk as I put on my own set of weights.
He scoffed and then proceeded to do the same.
"Bring it on." He said.
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The exhausted Team Bardock sat on the ground, catching their breaths, whilst my team and I stood across from them with victorious smirks.
"Your kid is fucking insane..." Fasha muttered through panting breaths.
"Aren't there supposed to be laws about this stuff...?" Tora asked, sprawled out on the floor in pain.
"Nope. Complain all you want, but there's nothing insaiyan about any of this." I told them as I crossed my arms.
"There should be!" Fasha exclaimed.
I shrugged my shoulder with a shit-eating grin, "Sounds like you're just not trying hard enough." I said, teasing the feisty Saiyan woman.
Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance as she brought her fist up, her eyes brimming with the promise of violence.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the scene. She was so angry that she couldn't even think of a threat.
"Just ignore him, Fasha. The little shit likes getting a rise out of you." Bardock groaned in annoyance, having told her this many times before.
"I know that!" Fasha yelled back at him, "But why is is only me?!"
Cause you're hot when you're mad.
"Cause it's funny when you're mad." I told her simply.
The amount of red her face turned after my statement just made me laugh even more.
Today was a good day. Especially after the whole Beerus situation a couple weeks ago. Hopefully nothing else will happen until Planet Vegeta's destruction. I've had enough excitement for one month.
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For a brief second, a sizable shadow had suddenly casted over us before suddenly disappearing. Looking up towards the sky, we all see multiple ships flying in from above, with soldiers also flying alongside them.
I was confused for a brief moment before spotting two familiar figures.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." I muttered as I saw Zarbon and Dodoria fly overhead.
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