voidtreckerexpress | Jelly 3: Getting back to training

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Jelly 3: Getting back to training - Closed

Who: Vegeta and Trunks Brief.
Where: Training gym.
When: Jelly 3, very late night/early morning.
What: Late night training and comparison of skills.
Warnings: Fighting/physical violence.

[It had taken a few days before Vegeta had a chance to get the training gym to himself, having become frustrated at first that the damn room never seemed to be empty for him to get it to himself, then starting to keep track of just when people came and went from it. Eventually he got enough of a pattern to take a chance to get it alone, even if it meant doing it in the stupidly early hours of the morning. He would rather be sleeping, but that drive to get some training in easily overrode that. Vegeta should had also warned the other ki sensers on the train that he had planned to do this, rather than having a chance of waking them by a sudden ki rise from him, but he hadn’t. Hadn’t even considered it, just wanted to make the most of whatever time span he could get alone in the room.

At least he wasn’t going all out, not without knowing for sure the train would be able to take the impact from him being fully charged up. But he’s allowing himself to transform to Super Saiyan, just taking a moment to stand and enjoy the feeling of having it once again. It was so tempted to go further, to push himself the full way to Blue… but he could wait. When they got to a location he would have room to do so without worry of catching others in his path.

Despite going into Super Saiyan Vegeta’s training may seem quite simple to most observers, not using any of the equipment or even being that violent in his attacks into the air. Instead he’s continues on with his training he started from the last year; accuracy. Perfecting his form, overcoming any flaws, tweaking and altering his movement to eliminate errors and defects that for most fights wouldn’t make a different in the outcome. But for serious fights, for ones that pushed his limits, it may make the difference between success or defeat.]

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[Jelly 2 had been...rough, emotionally. Mostly because it had taken Trunks longer to calm down from his anger, mostly on Rich's behalf, than usual. A robot, no, an android was on the train. Not like the androids of his world from what Trunks could tell. Yet.

This one acted very human in it's bullying--and Trunks didn't like bullies much either. But that last little glimpsed glitch in the other before Trunks turned off the ICP was being analyzed over and over again. Which probably wasn't helping.

So Trunks had thrown himself into training for most of day 3. It had kind of helped, he was at least calm enough to sleep that 'night'. Until the rude awakening of a familiar ki signature rising high; if Trunks had to guess, his father had gone super saiyan. Which meant his father was training.

Trunks debated himself for a few moments, before getting up. Following that signature to the training gym, and just watching for a moment. Before calling out--loud enough since the gym was empty aside from his father.]

Want a partner?

[It wouldn't do much to help calm him, but it would hopefully help in other ways. Maybe prove his father had changed.]

[As focused as he was, Vegeta did start to notice Trunks moving through the train about halfway to the carriage, making him all to aware that if any of them really wanted to move unnoticed around here they would have to suppress their ki to each other. Not that Vegeta had a reason to right now, nor could think of a need to do so with the current occupants of the train. Maybe if someone like Frieza showed up...

He doesn't break stride during this all, not even when Trunks arrives at the door and calls out to him, taking a moment to think over the option. Vegeta doubts Trunks would be anywhere near his level to offer much to his training, but he's also curious to see what his son has done in his time here. Also the fact Trunks even took the time to offer this was a good sign to Vegeta. But still not without a bit of attitude behind it,] If you think you can keep up. [There's no snark in those words, no anger. More of a challenge to see if Trunks wanted to rise to it.]

If I can't yet, then I'll just have to work at it, right?

[There's a hint of smirk on Trunks' face. One often seen on Vegeta's own, in fact. Vegeta knew, since Trunks had answered him, that he hadn't been able to keep up much with his own training. More that he was helping others. It was part of why he was taking this chance. The opportunity to burn off more of his lingering anger was strong motivation too.

So Trunks walked over to his father, and powered up into Super Saiyan 1.]

[That's the attitude Vegeta wanted to hear, smiling as Trunks spoke and made his way into the room, pleased he was taking it serious enough to go into Super Saiyan. Vegeta considers for a moment to drop back out of his form of it, but decides not to. Trunks was meeting him in that form, it would be insulting to not use it himself.] Good. I keen to see how you've improved. [Vegeta doesn't doubt he has. He's seen what Trunks is capable of achieving during their time in the Time Chamber, even if for the situation at the time it was flawed. For another fight, another time, it may had worked, so it wasn't a poor line of thinking.]

[So clearly all it takes for Vegeta to get Trunks to give him attitude, is to get Trunks angry. Sounds great, really.]

Then come at me, and I'll show you.

[Trunks adopted a light defensive pose. He wondered how Vegeta's 'ground game' was, or his grappling. Not that Trunks had it at all perfect, but he had been paying attention whenever Cassie used it on him...]

[Maybe, but anger wasn't always a bad thing. Anger helped you push through an obstacle that may seem impossible with a more level head. It drove you to do something for others that you may not for yourself. And of course, it was a key, in many forms, for Super Saiyan. Unless of course you were the boys, who somehow managed via a game... Vegeta still doesn't understand that one. But anger wasn't bad, if it's used as a fuel.

This also hadn't been Vegeta had planned for this, having wanted to see Trunks attack to see what he could do now. But if this is what the boy wanted, he'll get it. Though... scaled down. A bit. This wasn't going to be a repeat of the last time. It also wasn't just about strength, as for them speed scaled along with it; so much that for Trunks Vegeta didn't so much move as appear. Or more so his fist. Towards Trunks' face. In reality he scaled back that speed just before the immediate punch, allowing Trunks to see it. Close to the speed he had against Cell, but a touch more. To see what Trunks could do against it.]

[Trunks had expected something from his father--just from the sheer greater strength of the other's ki. Logic knew this was scaled back, almost testing. But it was what he had asked for, after all.

Maybe it was that he'd been working with Cassie and helping her get faster. Or a lucky instinct. Trunks didn't know, but he was able to pivot--dodging just slightly to the side so the fist wouldn't hit him. Time to try something else he'd often done with Cassie--grab the wrist. At the same time, Trunks tried to grab the wrist, he's moving to kick out hard at his father. Trying to drive him back.]

[That was not a move Vegeta had expected, most certainly not from Trunks, instantly curious at what else he's been learning, and also proud to see the boy branching out in his training. He's almost kind of tempted to see it play out, to see how Trunks would had followed it up. But Vegeta also likes to win, and maybe twist this into 'training experience' if pushed into why he wouldn't allow it.

So he lets Trunks' grip land, wrapping around his wrist. But then tugging his arm back towards him. The aim was to throw Trunks off balance, to not expect that his opponent may pull him closer rather than push him away for distance, and provided Trunks didn't let go and followed after it, he would get a knee driven up into his gut. Just enough to wind him, almost a 'tap' to show he could had been hit harder, but wasn't.]

[Trunks was glad he'd kept one of his hands free. Following through with the kick, along with Vegeta's pull, put him in a bad spot. He had a micro-seconds at best to make a decision...

Anger fueling him, and Trunks determined to get a win, of sorts, he decided to follow through. Bringing his free hand up and around Vegeta's arm, locking it up with his own, and his hand near the other's elbow. Accepting the hit to his gut with a grunt, recognizing it was a 'tap'.

But he had Vegeta's arm locked up in a way that it would be very easy to put pressure on the joint just using physics. Very easy to hurt or control someone this way. It was a move Cassie had used a few times on Trunks successfully too.]

[Ok, Vegeta is too curious now. He knows he could end this fight at any time, but that wasn't the point of it; it was to see Trunks in action. And also a little about getting a chance to actually fight again. He's missed this.

So would Trunks be surprised that lock worked? Or, well, 'worked', as Vegeta allowed it to happen, to see what his son has been learning... and very curious who his mentor is. This wasn't Piccolo's type of fighting, so it had to be someone else on the train. The problem though with such a lock on a ki user was it didn't stop them. It just exposed Trunks' back and side to Vegeta's hand, as even with it 'locked' he could still use it; blasting out a pressure wave of ki. No energy shot, just a 'push', almost a jab into Trunks' ribs.]

[It was a good reminder, but Trunks was still 'thinking' at least. He couldn't control his father this way. But he could still threaten pain, which was the point in some ways of this move.

So Trunks used physics, and put torque and pressure on the joints of the wrist and elbow. Enough to break a normal person easily. Again, taking some pain himself, but determined to see this through.]

[Trunks, this was starting to get a little annoying.] Is that it? You're just going to hold me in place? [He's not, but for the sake of the spar he was. Think Trunks, what next? An enemy won't stay like this forever, even if Vegeta is allowing it longer than he would for someone attacking him.]

[There was the anger again, but Trunks sighed...and moved to let go.]

Alright, so I can't put you in any pain. It was worth a try...

[It's growled out almost, frustration clear. A good deal of it with himself now too, why had he thought that would work? Still he wasn't giving up. Going into a defensive stance again, blue-eyes narrowed. The fire in them should be familiar from whenever Vegeta looked in the mirror though.]

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It was. [Maybe not against him, or if Trunks was closer to Vegeta's level. It certainly would be more useful at disabling an opponent without doing serious damage. But that tends not to be needed in their world, normally dealing with those with similar powers or enemies who did not care about playing nice after they lost. You know, short of Goku befriending them...

It also wasn't lost on Vegeta the flip it was from last time, seeing that growing anger in Trunks compared to he staying calmer. Was it because he was here? A reminder to Trunks about what he had done to him? Short of actually out right asking him Vegeta wouldn't know, and honestly, he's not great with words. A roll of his shoulder that Trunks had locked, Vegeta stepped back to the same position he had started in. Then a pause. Then racing in again, looking to be throwing that same punch as before, but at the last moment feigning it away in exchange for his other fist coming in from the side, curving in towards Trunks' head instead.]

[Trunks knew his father; at least he thought he did, as he was rapidly rearranging his view a bit. If this were like that year, then Vegeta throwing the same tactic at him meant that Vegeta found a flaw, and wanted it corrected. Probably in himself, but maybe in Trunks too.

But his father was...this was different, and Trunks had a split-second to recognize this wasn't the same trick. Ignoring the feint, to prepare to block the other fist coming his way. So maybe it was time to try another Cassie-trick. Go all out, and don't stop until you drop or you get your opponent down.

So Trunks countered and lashed out with a combo of punches and kicks. Trying to analyze as he went, but not bothering to hold back at all in favor of fighting as if for his life.]

[It's amazing what over ten years will do, how many people he has faced, and how much of his own demons he's had to deal with. While he is still a perfectionist, always looking to improve and overcome weaknesses, Vegeta's also became more flexible in his style. Creativity in a fight was just as important as structure and form. As was catching your opponent off guard.

And he can see a lot of his early self in Trunks right now, blocking and dodging those attacks, but also not too concerned with stopping them all. He could take a hit and still keep going, not worried about injuries to himself during this. If anything he wanted to encourage it.] That's it?! That's all you got?! [If Trunks was angry, then let him be angry. He's seen it happen, when Trunks started to snap; that time Vegeta had allowed Cell to get to his perfect form, when Trunks had tried to stop him. And he's seen what a Saiyan can do when they give into rage. Vegeta knew it all too well, but he also knew that giving in, letting that anger take over often meant he could move past it far fast than suppressing it. And right now Trunks needed that too.]

What, you want me to bulk up? It'll just slow me down.

[Trunks all but snarled back, feeling that frustrated anger growing. A part of his brain reminded him--focus. Use the anger, if you're going to feel it.]

It won't matter if you can land a hit on me with it. [It's a lie, but Vegeta know how to push buttons to make another person angry, and that form might be just what Trunks needs right now. At another time, when Trunks is more willing to listen, they can actually talk about that form, rather than Vegeta just dismissing it as useless. He may even have a way to overcome how slow it is, a lesson he had learn himself with God and Blue form.]

Which is it? You're faster in this but do nothing to me.

[It was a good question, and Trunks could see the logic of it, even without his added anger and frustration fueling him. Fine. He already knew his father could wipe the floor with him if he wanted.

At least he could land a hit this way, hopefully. So Trunks dodged, then flipped to get some more space, and summoned more of his ki, letting the anger and rage fuel it. Moving into the bulkier form that was more than stronger, but slower when every micro-second to second counted.]

[Vegeta's happy to wait for Trunks to change forms, using that time himself to focus on keeping his own ki stable. He knew his son would pick up if he dropped it, to allow this to be a bit more even, even if Vegeta isn't utilizing most of it through his actions right now. He had complete control over this situation, which means he had to make sure if it did get out of hand he would have to stop Trunks before any possible damage happened to himself or the train.]

You ready? [Before dropping into more of a fighting stance than he had before.] Hit me. [A moment of flash back to when he had done this with his younger son... and when he had instinctively punched him back in the face. Vegeta had better control of it now, he would make sure it didn't happen again.]

Watch me.

[It was more of a growl than words, but Trunks meant it all the same. He's going on the offense this time, and once more fighting like his life is on the line. But while he's thoroughly frustrated-angry, part of his brain is watching. Looking for any opening.]

[Vegeta switches his form up too for this, not bothering to dodge at all now. He's not aiming to frustrate Trunks, just to push him, so instead of easily ducking or moving out of the way of those kicks and punches he blocked them all instead. It was technically a hit, but not a true one, one that was stopped from hitting it's target. Vegeta is counting on that impact of flesh versus passing through air and missing completely doing something to satisfy that anger for violence.]

Good! Keep going! [And he was enjoying it too, a chance to spar against someone again, and even more so it being his son. He knows Trunks is a good fighter, a fast learner, just young and still picking out what is best for his form and style.]

[Now Trunks was, of all things, starting to feel confused about how he felt. This truly wasn't like before--what did that mean? His father really had mellowed some? Changed?

That confusion Trunks was starting to feel ALSO frustrated him and just added to the anger. Still, his brain was turning. Trying to focus, notice any advantages he might get, any openings. When he remembered the weakness in this form...

Maybe, just maybe--an idea had started to form. It was worth a try, as trying something new earlier had seemed to work for a bit too. So Trunks moved to stay in close, watching, waiting. The timing on this would have to be perfect.]

[Oh? He's not too far gone to not mix it up and try something else? Good, good! Vegeta's glad to see despite the anger that Trunks is keeping some wits to him during this. Not that Vegeta is one to talk... he all too aware how badly he can fault when he snaps and goes into a rage. As good as anger and rage was for a Saiyan, to fuel them through a fight, it can easily make them lose reasoning. The other advantage for Vegeta is unlike any of the kids, he's had access to, and learned to control, his Oozaru form, and that... was pure destruction. Fury was inbuilt deep within Saiyans.]

[What he needs now is the perfect moment, and Trunks focus narrows to watching for it. When he sees it, he needs to be ready. Come on....

There! He'd gotten his father to start striking back, and Trunks was watching for a combo. Again it was down to a second's timing, Trunks letting the more bulky form go. Sacrificing that strength for speed again, as he lashed out hard with a right cross. Nor was he holding back--he was going to land that hit, or fall over trying!]

[Vegeta could go making excuses for what happened, call it a distraction or that he wasn't trying that hard, but in the end he didn't have a need to. If he was sparring against Goku maybe... But not against Trunks, as that hit landed. He had managed to turn his face in time, letting it land against his cheek, the impact itself not that much for him as he looked over Trunks' fist to him, but that wasn't the point of this all.

It wasn't the hit that impressed Vegeta though, it was how Trunks had done it. That he had already started to work out what Vegeta had planned to teach him about this form. Slower than what was ideal, but it was a start, switching between forms to utilize the best of both.]

[Trunks's eyes widened for a second, before a smirk came to his face.]

Heh... Told you to watch me.

[But now...now he's feeling the whole rollercoaster of it all. The frustration and anger all tangled, but with just...no more fuel to it. The confusion of elation and want for approval, acknowledgement, with suspicion and skepticism.

It takes the fight out of him, but Trunks knows better than to drop. He wants to, and he does, dropping to one knee. But he is maintaining his super-saiyan form by sheer will. He will not show more weakness, voluntarily at least, when he's already shown so much.]

[Vegeta's own smirk crossed his face at that attitude getting thrown at him, before softening to a smile.] You did well. [His face calming more as he let Trunks take the time to collect himself, giving him a minute or two before asking,] Feeling better now? [Vegeta's pretty sure Trunks is done for the night, but he doesn't drop his own super saiyan form just yet either. Not until Trunks decides it's over. He won't insult him by letting his guard down so easily.]

[The praise makes that arrogance Trunks was displaying go away, replaced by surprise. Pure, honest surprise. Then there's a low chuckle.]

Yes in some ways. Just...confused. Mostly good-confused.

[Now, to stand? Or to let go of super-saiyan. Because Trunks could tell he wasn't doing both. Holding it for another moment, before he got to his feet fully, letting the golden aura fade.]

I think I prefer this.

[As Trunks' form changed, Vegeta allowed his to slip back to normal as well, his stance relaxing along with it now they were out of sparring mode, arms moving to cross over his chest.] Good.

[Vegeta's about to add more to that, but is side tracked by Trunks.] What do you mean?

[Trunks feels....wrung out. It's the only way to describe it. He has a lot to process, because old wounds don't heal quite so easily. But tonight has been a good first step.]

I could spend a year, like this spar.

[Because that should tell Vegeta enough.]

[Ah, yeah. There's... a lot Vegeta could say about that, looking away from Trunks as he went over just what to say. He's never been great at words, especially encouraging ones or admitting he was wrong, and he knows there is a lot he should say right now, but unsure even if he could if it would be the right time to say it to Trunks. Instead he settles for an offer,] Then let me make that up to you by doing it right here. [And trying for a bit of a joke.] With less insults.

[However, there's something else to address that he was aware about, but hadn't bothered with until now, raising his voice to talk.] Stop hiding, you can come out now.

[As soon as she'd started to sense what was happening in this car, Cassie hadn't been able to keep herself from it. She'd been pressed against the car door for the entire fight, listening and reaching out with her still-nascent qi sense. In a way, it had been a form of training in itself, keeping track of a fight that was happening this fast, distinguishing between the two powerful combatants.

She'd been so enthralled by the spectacle that she'd briefly forgotten that energy-sensing goes both ways. So there's a quiet but audible curse from behind the door. Followed by the door creaking slowly open as she leans in, awkwardly waving her fingers.]

Um. Hi.

[No, that won't do, Cass. Dignity. She can do dignity, kind of.]

...Hello. Trunks. Vegeta. Hope I'm not interrupting.

[Note to self: work on learning to hide your energy.]

[As soon as Vegeta called attention to it, Trunks' head was snapping towards the door. Then snickering at the curse. But he has a smile for Cassie. It's a tired one, but still there.]

I hadn't realized you two had met.

At the platform. [She had been the one to warn Vegeta about Bulla, and given him a chance to have his brain broken before being actually running into her. Not his finest moment...

He... also may not remember your name, sorry Cassie. Ki? Yes. Name? No.]

We're done. [Though as he announces this Vegeta cast a glance towards Trunks. He's pretty sure Trunks is more than done for training tonight, but he won't speak fully for him if he did change his mind.]

He was pretty hard for me to miss out there.

Couldn't not notice this fight, either, even from the other side of the train.

Yeah, I...might've still been having trouble sleeping.

[A bit sheepish, one hand coming up to the back of his neck in nerves. Turning back towards Vegeta though, Trunks gives a small half-bow. An equally quiet "Thank you." as well.

He is definitely done for the night, and needs time to process things.]

Father, this is Cassie Cage. I train with her daily, and once a week push her to her limits. We're...we're also dating.

[It is a mark of just how tired he is, that there is no blush.]

[Vegeta gives a slight nod of his head back to Trunks as it sunk in what Cassie just said. Ah, that may be a problem he hadn't considered. No doubt Piccolo will be annoyed by this late night training too since neither Vegeta nor Trunks had really suppressed their ki. However whatever concerns he may had for that was interrupted at that introduction, Vegeta making sure to take note of her name considering that last part from Trunks. It gets barely a bat of an eye, not really caring who Trunks was with, but more curious on another factor.] Are you the one teaching him grapples and locks?

I've been using them a lot against him. A lot of times I'm moving to get him to the ground to negate his strength advantage. Or more accurately, force him to dial it up a little.

[Yes, they can discuss the fighting parts instead of the other thing. She's usually far from shy to talk about it, but she's still not entirely certain how she feels about Vegeta.]

Don't think it's done him as much good as it's done me. I have to push beyond my limits 'til I fall over just to make him break a decent sweat, which means I'm getting better each time. But it could come in handy if he ever needs it.

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We tend not to fly much during sparring; not a lot of room in here.

[Trunks added and clarified.]

She's found other ways to use her ki effectively too.

[There is definite pride in his voice.]

[Of course he's going to latch onto the fighting side of stuff compared to the other subject, partly because Vegeta is much more comfortable talking with something he knows so well, and also because it really isn't his place to comment on whoever his son is interested in. It really doesn't change anything for him, short of if Trunks was with someone Vegeta couldn't stand, but that was a short list and a very unlikely one for Trunks to be interested in.

Instead he focuses on the other part that catches his attention.] And you're training her. [Before wanting to confirm something with Cassie.] You're human?

[Cassie nods.] Yeah. Descended from some kind of ancient war cult that specifically bred human warriors to fight Elder Gods. That's what Raiden told us, anyway.

But my universe doesn't know nearly as much about qi as yours does. Trunks and Piccolo have been getting me up to speed.

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She was training with Piccolo initially. He's the one who taught her to fly.

[Trunks reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. Tired, and also a bit of nerves.]

If she dropped down out of the sky on you, then that's what she did to me on platform day too. Then later that evening we sparred.

[...he can get behind the whole ancestry of warriors, and just because she's human doesn't mean she's not capable to some degree. He's however curious to know how she would go up against other human fighters from their world, not that they will get a chance to unless one of them showed up. That whole 'fight Elder Gods' is also interesting...

At the mention of Piccolo, Vegeta muttered to himself,] He has seem to be collecting more children to adopt. [Thinking to Piccolo's little intimidation act to him about he being in the same cabin as Madoka. He must be missing having Pan around.

Then focused on them once again, mostly the state Trunks was in.] Go and rest, we can arrange a training time later.

It's a pretty good deal for the ones he's adopting. You can do a lot worse for mentor figures than him.

[She turns her attention toward Trunks's current condition. She certainly wouldn't say no to helping him to the showers.]

[Trunks is pretty much standing from willpower only. He can walk, but he's glad Cassie's there. Both for the help, but also because her presence is comforting. He feels off-balance, and will gladly accept her help watching his back for now.]

Yessir. Good night Father.

[There's another short half-bow, before Trunks is making his way over to Cassie slowly.]

[~~Like a certain other figure he tends to take over for.~~]

Night. [There's a chance Vegeta will still be training for a bit longer after this, but also more aware now that he should keep his ki down so to be less likely to wake or keep others awake from it.]

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Jelly 3: Getting back to training - Closed

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