Vegetas Training Session

How long had it been? A week, two weeks, maybe a month. He couldn't tell anymore, all time had lost its meaning, his mind focused solely and completely on his training. He had even forgotten about kakarot for a time, the low level trash had been nothing but a forgotten memory as he completely lost himself in the strengthening of his body. He had pushed himself to the very edge, going days without eating just to concentrate more on perfecting his abilities.

His body was a mess, scars adorned the features of his chest and face, countless workouts to exhaustion and beyond had taken a heavy toll on his body. Yet he pushed on, many a time had he awoke to find he had collapsed in complete exhaustion, even a bit of his sanity had been lost.

The mark atop his brow, a ghostly thin character or the letter M, had pushed him further yet. An ominous red glow gave luminescence to his surroundings combined with the golden glow he emanated from his body. Not once had he allowed himself to revert back to his lower form, it was but a hollow shell of a former life. He was the majin prince, Vegeta of the proud saiyan race.

Menacing rage filled eyes surveyed the area around him, he was deep within the very heart of the mojave desert. Spent most of his time in solitude, training and honing both his mind and body. His eyes flashed upwards to the sun high above, it was nearly noon he figured. He had calculated the time he had spent in solitude one night when his body couldn't even move after a week straight of frivolous training, he had been away from the world, from his 'friends' and family for near two years.

He chuckled silently to himself as he stepped away from the small cave he had called home, his eyes moved to the horizon, it was time to start another training session. Dressed in the tight spandex of dark bluish training garb, he reached into a small mettalic chest he kept at the entrance of his cave, his strong masculine hands pulled out the only form of technology he had brought with him. A small capsule caught a hint of sunlight from its metallic edges, a crooked smile formed on his chapped lips as he clicked in the small button.

A sudden burst of smoke filled his hand as two enormous weights dropped to the sand, the whole ground seemed to shake at the impact, small craters formed beneath them. The dark prince reached down ever so casually and grabbed hold of the solid titanium handles embedded deep in the sides of each weight. On the tops of both weights read '50K-LBs'.

With a slight groan, he lifted the weights up and outward on both sides of his body, a smile crosssed his lips as he pressed the weights high above his head. Slowly and steadily, he began to release a constantly increasing flow of Ki from beneath him. In a matter of moments, he was already near a hundred feet from the desert floor. With the weights held solidly in his white gloved hands, he raised the weights to his frontside. The very air around him seemed to crackle and tear itself apart as an ominous golden glow grew around him. He let out a low moan as he focused his mind on the task at hand.

In the blink of an eye, he began to throw heavy punches through the air, the weights slowing his attacks to near visible. Faster and faster his punches flew, his energy rising with every throw. His eyes were wide in concentration as he pushed his body to the very edge of it's capabilites. Occasionally he threw a kick or two but his primary focus was on his upper body strength.

A few minutes melted into hours and noon became one o clock, then two and three and eventually time wasn't even a factor anymore. his hair wavered in the breeze of the night as the moon rose high above him, his body seemingly drenched in his own sweat he continued on into the night. He would be stronger, the best the saiyan race had to offer.

He was deep into the thirde day straight of his frivolous training, exhaustion was beginning to set in as well as dehydration. His mind was beginning to lose grasp on reality, somewhere between the start and his current state, he had switched the weights to his legs, strapped them with titanium shackles to around his ankles. His arms were numb and he had crossed them over his chest as he threw kick after kick at nothing but air. His breathing had become labored as his body had begun to shut down. He laughed inwardly in triumph as he realized that he'd outdone his last training session by nearly four hours, his body was getting stronger.

The muscles deep within his legs were burning in pain and he pushed them further yet until the he couldn't lift them anymore. That's when he switched to the final stages of his training.

He had always known that a saiyan who recovered from potentially fatal wounds would feel a substantial increase in power and strength. It had worked before when the disgusting human had put a charred hole through his stomach. He released his feet from the weights, his focus moving to the most dangerous part of his training as the weights crashed hard into the sand of the desert below him.

He screamed in pain as he pushed the hieights of his energy to the very limits of their level. The golden aura around him wavered and grew as he began to increase the mass of his muscles, his golden hair wavered back and forth in the almost vortex of power surrounding his body. With an inhuman devilish scream he raised out his arms before him, bloodshot eyes full of rage and frustration as he held out his palms to the moon high in the sky.

A sudden cackling filled the air around him as if the very elements themselves seemed to tremble at the might of his power, the mark atop his brow gave off an ominous red flashing glow as small red and golden streaks danced about his open palms. The small streaks began to combine and form into an almost golden reddish orb, the glow around his form began to diminish as he focused almost every bit of energy into his palms.

With an unhuman almost godlike scream, the energy formed in his palms, the glow around his body had completely vanished as his words sounded devilishly through the night. "Fi.. nal.. Flash!"

The sound was unearthly and sent shivers up and down his own spine as the golden and reddish enormous streak of energy erupted from his body. Racked with the pain of losing so much energy, he nearly collapsed but stayed strong in anticipation of what came next, the blast was the easy part, the next exercise would prove even more challenging and possibly fatal.

He stopped the blast three quartes of the way through in an attempt to save at least some of his energy, taking a long breath, he forced the last of his energy out beneath him, pushing him like a rocket through the night sky. He caught up to the enormous energy blast, his focus on passing it. With one final burst of strength, he shot ahead of it pushing faster and faster almost into orbit where he stopped suddenly and turned around fast.

The dark prince chuckled as the oncoming blast brightened up the features of his face. Crossing his arms defensively over his chest, he tucked his knees up and head down closing his eyes as he was swallowed up in the hellfires of his own attack.

His entire body was racked with pain as he was consumed by the energy, a scream filled with pain escaped his lips as what only lasted moments seemed to last ten lifetimes. The energy completely passed over him and he felt consciousness slowly slipping away until he was left in darkness. So high up in the sky, he hadn't realized just where the blast had taken him and his body slowly descended down to the earth below. So high in orbit he had been that just a nudge could have sent him to any one of the four corners of the earth.

His mind was blank, faded into the darkness of unconsciousness. He was alone with nothing but the crude voices in his mind, the whispered broken promises of the one called Babidi as well as the mocking laughter of Kakarot. His whole planets destruction played on a endless loop in his mind as he fell to the earth at increasing speeds.

The ground came up fast, yet it wasn't the ground that caught his fall, it was the cold steel of a passenger train on tracks high above west city. His body slammed heavily and broke completely through both the train and its tracks, his body cartwheeled through the sky from the impact of the wooden tracks a hundred feet above the concrete below. The train itself was instantly derailed and hundreds of innocent people flew like ragdolls around inside the train, a bloody mess of broken bones and deaths.

The earth itself seemed to shake as hardened muscle and bone collided with concrete, a large crater formed at the impact. Blood seemed to slowly flow from his broken body as the dark prince lay in the deep crater. Chunks of flesh in his chest and right shoulder were missing, charred remnants of the attack he'd just survived to within an inch of his life. A small crowd formed around his nearly lifeless body as his chest slowly faded down into a whisper. The prince of saiyans was back in west city and hadn't even been conscious to know it.