CHAPTER 3: Training in the Hyperbolic Timechamber
I woke up the next morning and ate a bunch of pancakes and bacon. Once I got up from the table, Piccolo threw me some clothes.
"Get dressed into a better outfit," he said.
So I went into a room to get dressed. The clothes consisted of a blue training shirt and pants with a red undershirt. The training shirt itself was sleeveless, but the red thicker undershirt had sleeves that were just a bit longer. There was also a tie up belt. Like a red belt in karate. Along with some red wristbands and red and blue boots, I was ready to start my training. I looked at myself in the mirror, and still couldn't believe I was frozen in time for 22 years. I looked exactly the same. My height was still 5 foot 6 inches and I still had the same spiky hair. It was weird, however, that I had 4 spikes of hair on one saide and 5 on the other. There were other spikes in the back, but the ones towards the center were the largest and made the outline of my hair if you were to look straight at the front of me.
I now went out to Piccolo to start my training. "You ready, kid?", he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. I was a little excited about doing this. I knew he could fly and who knows what else.We walked through the halls some and turned to some big purple double doors.
Piccolo opened them and said, "You first."
I looked in before walking in, I saw a stoop like platform and beyond that, it was just some white-blue void.
"This is the Hyperbolic Timechamber?", I asked.
"Yes, now get in," Piccolo answered.
I walked in and I fell down to one knee. The gravity was so strong, I couldn't stand up. Piccolo closed the door and kicked me in the back so he could walk further into it.
"Can't you stand up?", he asked as I was struggling to get up on two feet.
"Does it look like it?", I replied.
He gave an angry gorwl. "It looks like I'm just gonna have to beat the life out of you before you can even stand!", he shouted. He raised me up by the gi and started to knee me in the gut. My mouth was instantly full of blood.
"Why'd you do that!?", I asked. He gave no response, just kept slamming his knee into my gut.
He started to just beat the shit out of me. After an hour of beating, he finally stopped. I couldn't even move at all now, much less try to stand. He pulled a small brown sack out of his dark purple belt. Out of it, he pulled out a senzu bean and shoved it into my mouth.
"Here," he said.
I chewed it up and my strength was restored. I felt stronger than before now. I tried to stand up and had success. But it was still very hard to stand.
"Before we start, you need to get some exercise in to build the muscles. I want you to do 5,000 push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, and laps around the door. All in that order.", he said.
"What!? You gotta be crazy, I can't do that much!", I shouted.
"You can, and will," he replied, "Now get started." Then he went over and sat down indian style while floating just above the ground with his eyes closed.
"Meditation?", I thought to myself.
"Get started!", he shouted.
"Ok, ok", I said getting down in push-up stance.
I started out slow, but after a while, my body I had gotten used to it. After 300 of them I felt like I could do 5,000. After 700, I was able to do them really quick, almost like lightning speed. I couldn't believe how easy it was now, I was already at 2,500. After completing 3,200 of them, however, the pace started to slow down and my body was getting weaker. Once I reached 4,000, my I was ready to quit.
"Come on, only 1,000 to go," Piccolo said.
"I'd like to see you do these push-ups," I thought to myself.
After doing 4,700 push-ups, I was bushed. My whole body felt like it was about to shut down.
"Only 300 more," Piccolo said.
"I know, I know", I replied.
After a long time, I finally finished 5,000 push-ups. Those last 300 were the hardest ones and took the longest time.
"Now get started on the sit-ups," said Piccolo.
"Can I have a break?", I asked huffing and puffing.
"No, get started," he shouted.
Luckily, I was already laying on my back.
"I'll give you some food when you finish those sit-ups," he said.
And I immediately started on them, getting somewhat of a boost from hearing the word food. But after 500 sit-ups that boost was gone. After that, it was just a slow paced sit-up exercise. 5 hours later, I finally completed 2,000 sit-ups with 3,000 to go.
"Ugh," I thought to myself.
I needed something to really get me determined and speed this up. Then, it hit me. I could use my new power to kill who ever had destroyed Arzoph. Who ever that stupid bastard was, he was gonna pay.
I quickly finished 3,500 with only 1,500 to go. Then I could get some food. During those 1,500 I came up with a lot of things that got me determined, like just the fact that I'd become stronger and will be able to do a bunch of neat things. And I knew flying was one of them.
After a little bit longer, I finished my 5,000 sit-ups.
"I'll be right back," Piccolo said as he left the Timechamber.
I sat up and sat indian style waiting for him to come back with some food. A moment later he did return, and with more than food. In one hand he had a mini refridgerater, and in the other, a large sack.
"What's in the sack?" I asked.
"A sleeping bag, and a portable bathroom", he answered, "We're gonna be here for awhile".
"There's only one?" I asked.
"I don't sleep," he answered.
"What a weirdo," I thought to myself.
I opened up the mini fridge while Piccolo was taking out the portable bathroom.
"This toilet can only hold 2 days of bathroom use," said Piccolo.
"Doesn't it flush?", I asked.
"Yes, but the tank can only hold so much", Piccolo explained, "So don't go shitting the toilet out with all that food you eat."
"So what about my shower?" I asked.
"What about it?" he asked back.
"How do I take a shower?" I asked.
"You don't", he answered.
"I guess it's no big deal as long as we're not in here for too many days," I thought to myself as I started to gobble down some noodle soup.
After I finished I let out a big belch. "Since you don't sleep, do you eat?" I asked him.
"No", he answered while meditating.
"So you don't use the bathroom?" I asked.
"No," he answered.
"How do you stay alive?" I asked.
"That's not important right now! Start your jumping jacks!" he shouted.
"Ok, I'm going," I said.
It was easier to stand than before. The jumping jacks themselves wasn't too hard, in fact, I quickly finished up 3,000 of them. That food was just what I needed. In no time I had finished all 5,000 of of them.
"HA, easy as pie," I said once I finished.
"Good, now you do your laps around the entrance back to the Lookout. But instead of 5,000 you do 5,000,000" he said.
"You gotta be joking!", I said.
"It should be has hard has the 5,000 sit-ups were. You're stronger now than you were then," he said.
"Ok, whatever you say," I said.
I started out at a fast pace, doing the first 5,000 easily. But it started to get tiring after the first 200,000, and to think, I still had 4,800,000 to go wasn't a pleasant thought.
"Atleast he didn't give me 500,000,000," I thought to myself as I just finished up 400,000 laps.
It was definitely gonna be a hard day.