"Come on! Keep trying!" A girl shouted.
She was about the same age as Yaro and the others, training with a boy who was also the same age. The girl wore pink armor with purple shoulder pads. She had a curvy figure with long black hair and a red scouter, wearing black stockings.
The boy had medium length black hair, wearing a pitch black jumpsuit with grey wrist-guards and ankle-guards.
The thing about them both though, they both had tails, brown in color.
"Jagaimo! You'll never be able to truly fight if you don't work!" She shouted, elbowing him into the floor.
"I-I'm sorry Deiru. I just never learned to fight properly like you and Maro."
"Hehe. You're strong as all hell Jagaimo. Maro and I are catching up though, so if you don't learn how to fight properly, then we'll be able to beat you in no time!" She said, chuckling.
They were on a ship, training within the battle room. Though, as they trained, a door opened.
"We're back from our mission." Maro said, walking in.
He had white hair, not something typically seen in saiyans. He was four years older than the two of them, making him an adult with a muscular physique.
Behind him were two strange ones though. Tuffles with tails.
One of them had long, white hair and red Gi pants, being 19 as well as Maro. He had a white tail sticking out with auburn eyes. Beside him was a girl with rough, white hair. She had a scar along her cheek and wore some revealing armor, like a leotard but red colored. She had small boots and black gloves, grinning as they arrived, her white tail wrapped around her waist like a sling. The girl was 14.
"Hmph. I see you two have been busy." The boy tuffle said. His name was Dorian, and the girl with him was Tama.
"Yeah, we've spent a while training." Deiru said, pounding her fists together.
Maro gazed over at Jagaimo, scoffing.
"Still can't fight yet? And with your battle power? You really are useless."
"Huh? Useless? I'm not! I can be useful!" Jagaimo said, growling.
"Really huh? Then tell me why you can't fight." Maro responded, egging him on.
He ran forward, shoving Jagaimo to the ground.
"Hey! What'd you do that for!?" Deiru said.
"He deserved it. Hmph. I don't know what anyone sees in you. From day one, when my father found you, he gave you more love than he ever gave me... I still can't see why. High power or not, you're useless in a fight right now." Maro said, walking away, leaving the room in silence, Tama chuckling.
"Maro's always gonna hold a grudge. Hehe. You got more of daddy's love than he ever did, and you're not even related! Haha! It's funny to think about!" Tama said.
"Hey. Tama. Quiet down. We have a mission." Dorian said, arms crossed.
"Another one!? So soon!? Jeez... where to?" She said, grumbling.
"We're taking Deiru with us, along with Maro. Us four only, this is a mission given to us by Rasp. He says Jagaimo's gonna stay put here and keep trying to learn how to be a proper warrior." He responded, walking towards the place with the pods, his tail waving around behind him.
"Fine. You hear him Deiru!? Go get Maro for us! We're leaving right about now!" Tama shouted out at her, chuckling.
Back on Earth, Yaro opened the door to the home where Faita was, saying, "Hey! Mom! We're home!"
Suddenly, a pan went flying, hitting him smack dab in the middle of his face, surprising Matsu as he fell back.
"W-What'd you do that for!?" Yaro asked, rubbing his forehead.
"You're late! Your food's getting cold!" She said.
"Sorry, I got wrapped up in a little sparring match with a new friend." He pointed to Matsu, the purple haired boy walking in nervously.
"Hello ma'am. My name is Matsu."
"Ah. So my little boy's met another fighter like him huh? That's great! Come inside, we'll have some dinner!"
Matsu entered the room, looking around as Faita had served them food. They thanked her for the meal before digging in, Yaro eating everything he had fast, surprising his friend, who began to eat normally.
"Oh! Almost forgot! Mom, Matsu and I wanted to know if you could train us!"
"Train you both? Like I did with you as a kid huh? Okay... then we're going to..."
She looked around before blinking a few times.
"Got it! I've got something! Finish up your food and head outside, I'll be out in a bit."
Matsu put his dishes away, walking out, looking up at the sky, stretching his arms.
As he and Yaro walked outside, Faita came out, holding some large and strange rolls with strings tied to them.
"Here ya go!" She said, tossing them both at Yaro and Matsu.
As the boys caught the rolls, they suddenly felt pressured, both of them nearly collapsing.
"W-What are these!?" Yaro asked.
"I call them 'stone rolls'. They're extremely heavy, but with your strength, you both should be able to at least handle them. You tie them onto your back like a backpack and do all of your normal training, only that you're extremely weighted." She said.
Yaro struggled, tying the roll onto his back, grunting as it came on. Matsu did the same, nearly falling forward as he did this.
"Do some pushups! Or spar! Whatever you want!" Faita said.
Yaro began to do pushups though, dropping down.
He was struggling so much, this roll was weighing down completely on his body, pushing him downwards more and more each time he tried to come up.
Matsu did the same, but he was struggling a bit more. His body wasn't exactly like Yaro's, he was a regular human fighter, not a saiyan boy like him, so he could barely even stand the weights, but he pushed through just like his new rival.