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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.]
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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[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.]
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Which is it? You're faster in this but do nothing to me.
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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!]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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[Vegeta's about to add more to that, but is side tracked by Trunks.] What do you mean?
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I could spend a year, like this spar.
[Because that should tell Vegeta enough.]
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[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.
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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.]
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I hadn't realized you two had met.
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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.]
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Couldn't not notice this fight, either, even from the other side of the train.
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[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.]
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[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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[Trunks added and clarified.]
She's found other ways to use her ki effectively too.
[There is definite pride in his voice.]
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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?
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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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[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.
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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.
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[She turns her attention toward Trunks's current condition. She certainly wouldn't say no to helping him to the showers.]
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Yessir. Good night Father.
[There's another short half-bow, before Trunks is making his way over to Cassie slowly.]
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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.]