Soon enought it was Monday again and Fukiko flew back towards Capsule Corp, still aching from her training last week. Fukiko knew better than to moan though, and flew down to the compression area and punched in the settings for the chamber. Trunks had shown her how over the weekend, and she stepped inside. She practiced several basic punches and did a few pushups as the gravity slowly went to ten times Earth's. Around twenty minutes later she stepped into the main chamber and stood to face her grandfather again.

"Good you're here. You know what to do," he said and made a shoeing motion. Fukiko took off running and did a lap of the facility and returned. Vegeta shook his head and held up two fingers. Fukiko took off running again and returned panting slightly. She barely felt heavy today.

"Alright, now today I'll be throwing a lot of techniques at you, which we will spend the week mastering. First will be telepathy. It's rather simple. Put your finger to your head like this and say something to me, within your own thoughts," Vegeta said, "It may seem a waste of time but to read the mind of an enemy is a valueable tool." Fukiko nodded and did as instructed. Hey...Uh Grandpa...Is this...working? Vegeta nodded.

"Decent. Now try and talk to your father, imagine his face." Fukiko nodded and did as she was told. Hey Dad, Grandpa is teaching me to use telepathy today, pretty neat huh?

"How do I know if h-" That's great Fukiko. "-oh nevermind." Vegeta laughed.

"Next we'll move on to telekinesis. It's similar to what we just did, only now concentrate on the dummy over my shoulder and try and have it hit me," said Vegeta.

Fukiko narrowed her eyes and willed the dummy to move forward toward her Grandfather. She became aware of a blue light over his shoulder and nodded for it to hit him on the head. Fukiko heard a noise and lost her focus, seeing her Grandfather rubbing the back of his head as the dummy collapsed behind him.

"I hadn't thought you would do it that quickly," Vegeta admitted, Fukiko smiled slightly. "On to the next order of business. Sensing the power of your opponent is also important. I can't truly explain this so I doubt you'll catch on. Focus on me and try to sense my power level. It flows off of me and has a feel like that beneath you when you fly," Vegeta said. Fukiko nodded and stared at her grandfather and focused. She could feel little blips coming off from him, and they felt pretty strong. She looked at him.

"I think I can feel a little something." Vegeta nodded.

"And for the last skill, I like to call this after image. It is extremely simple, you just have to move yourself faster than the eye can see," and with that Vegeta turned translucent and vanished all together. Fukiko blinked and felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped and turned to see him standing behind her. Vegeta smirked.

"That's all you have to do." Fukiko tried several times but to no avail. The pair broke for lunch and resumed practicing each of the techniques she learned and ended the day with their usual sparring match, where Fukiko managed to use a few techniques and lasted about a minute against her Grandfather. Her training continued like this all week and on the last day of the week, Fukiko managed to hold her own against him for about a minute and a half. As they walked into the decompression chamber, Vegeta turned to Fukiko.

"Fukiko, in a few weeks, around when we'll be ending this training, it is time for the World Martial Arts Tournament," Vegeta said, watching for her reaction.

"And you think I'll be ready to compete by then?" Fukiko raised an eyebrow.

"You will compete, I just suggest you pay attention and learn. You're already registered. If you learn you won't get maimed, hell you could even win. Just an incentive to make you want to learn is all," he said and staring up at the ceiling. Her jaw dropped and she groaned inwardly. I heard that. Twenty pushups before we get to five times Earth's gravity. Go. She dropped to her hands and began doing the push ups.

Within an hour she returned home and curled up in her bed with the waiting Giru and sighed. Fukiko tossed the little critter a paper clip and he munched happily. Trunks poked his head in the doorway.

"Hey how'd it go today?" He asked as he leaned against the frame.

"I'm entered in the World Martial Arts Tournament apparently. He thinks I could win it if I keep up my training. I finally got After Image down," she said melancholy and rested her head on her pillow. Her bed compressed on the end under Trunks's weight as he sat down.

"I won that Junior Division once you know. I beat 'Uncle' Goten," he laughed.

"I never knew that you fought him. You always seemed to be friends..."

"Well I beat him, it's a boring story anyway. Get some sleep, you'll need it," Trunks said as he got up and exited her room. Fukiko closed her eyes, and with that her second week of training came to an end.