Living with Saitama was normal. It's as normal as it could feel and be, having grown up in the mountains, and later building their homes in those same mountains. She did go to Capsule Corp often, and was more knowledgeable with humans everyday life, unlike her brother, but it was always a bit much. She preferred the mountains, since there wasn't nearly as much noise or buildings, but here, it was quiet.

Unlike their world-which was mostly islands, archipelagos, and other similar landmasses, this world didn't have that. Instead there were roughly five continents, and the country they were in was Japan. It was an island landmass, not unlike the ones in their world, but the overall geography was different. There were even talking animals, if she seen a news report right the other night.

This came as a surprise to Celera, who thought that the landmasses wouldn't be so different. But, there was a silver lining. Japan was separated into twenty six cities-each one for the letter of the alphabet, and their place of residence was the worst. It was fine with her though. There weren't any lines at the supermarket really, no people or cars around. and it was quiet.

Though with the monsters around there was a lot of noise, especially at night.

The apartment was small and pragmatic. They could get up and take but a few steps before they were neck and neck. This had become evident after the first few weeks of staying with him. There hadn't been any accidents of peeking, but there were times when they'd bump into each other. One particular incident seen Saitama and Goku nearly smash their heads together. Another incident had been Celera walking into Saitama, knocking him into the wall.

In order to avoid more collisions that seemed necessary, Goku slept on the couch, and Celera took the spare room. The days would pass by, and Saitama kept the news on for the most part, and was always running out to kill some monsters-as the people called them here. Every day was spent training for the most part-she trained with Saitama before he'd run off, and continue with Goku, and did her own training as well.

Saitama was pure physicality at its peak-his body was his weapon and he kept it in top shape.

It was unlike the Martial Arts training her friends did, but she also focused on physical exercises as well. Saitama's routine was pretty basic.

Training with Saitama was intense.

They pushed themselves for their entire lives. To overcome their limitations and ascend to new levels of strength. Saitama, unlike most of their friends, was less of a martial artist and more of a...Fighter, if that made any sense. He punched and kicked, elbowed and kneed-whatever the situation call for, he did it. There wasn't much technique behind it, but the sheer power and amount of grit, and amount of will behind his strikes made up for their lack of mathematical precision.

His go big or go home and never quit attitude, meant that if a session left either of them winded-though they didn't, Saitama would carry on training without them. A lot of intensity came from the fact Saitama never stopped pushing himself. Every push up, squat, sit up, and step on his runs was fueled with every fiber of his being. He may have gotten winded or was gasping-his arms may have made weird clicking noises, but he still pushed through.

Saitama had pushed himself daily for almost a year straight now, but he had never trained in the Martial Arts. Both Goku and Yume went through numerous exercises-thumb push ups, sit ups, chin ups, and dragon flags among others. They were very precise. Goku was more fluid and fast, his blows had a lot of power because of this. Celera was more swift and graceful. Saitama had noted this in the first few weeks of sparring with the both of them.

Because of this, he had to quickly adapt to the regiment they'd do every single day. There was his usual routine, which was basically the warm up. Then they'd go into other things like sparring or strength training-Celera would work on her flexibility and spend about half of the day stretching and meditating. Saitama had joined in, awkwardly, as they did it during their training sessions.

Celera reasoned that it was good to work out the knots, in order to avoid injury.

Saitama hadn't found it unreasonable.

He wasn't sure why he meditated, but he found it to be relaxing. It was a good way to cool down from a hard training sessions-he'd just focus on his breathing. The inhale. The pause. The exhale.

It was just a shame that he'd cut his training short whenever there was an attack. Saitama could feel that he was making steady progress. While he wasn't a Marital Artist like Goku or Yume, he had grown faster and learned a few more techniques-like a reverse hook kick, axe kick. He also learned how to feint, and what it meant to do that.

After a few months Celera began to go with him and Goku to fight monsters, mostly just watch. Whenever things dragged on too long she'd step in and finish off the foe or foes they were facing. Often times Saitama would send them flying for miles-through entire buildings. Goku, naturally didn't care if training was cut short-the prospect of fighting a challenging foe was always too much for him to pass up.

Celera took a seat, pressing her heels together. It had been a hard day's training, and remarkably, there hadn't been any monster incidents today, at least in Z city. There hadn't been anything on the news anyways, so if there were any running around, they weren't anything too noteworthy. If there was someone like Cell running around, well, then she'd be concerned.

"You're not even winded..." Saitama noted, raking a hand through his thick, sweat slick hair. He had been sparring with them, and for the last couple of hours, watched them spar, moving at incredible speeds, their blows echoing through the wasteland. Before they began to spar they did his daily routine, but four times over, with the addition of a few more exercises thrown in there. There was always something extra thrown in.

Saitama found himself oddly happy. It wasn't often he had training partners, let alone someone stronger than him. Someone that could push him to his limits, and beyond them.

"It was a good warm up." Celera nodded, taking a sip of water.

"I forgot, you've been doing that Martial Arts training since you were a kid." Saitama blinked in remembrance, nodding his head once.

"Yeah, pretty much.

"I've been a hero for fun and training now for awhile now."

"Did you train before that?" Goku inquired.

Saitama seemed to get stronger and stronger. He barely tired, and if he did, he quickly exerted twice the amount of force. for getting tired in the first place He could only recall something like that happening with Broly. That deranged Saiyan had torn through the very planet they were fighting on, using their bodies as shovels to do just that. It had been a long and vicious battle, that only ended after Celera blasted the brute into space.

There was also Tarnuu and Syrus, but they weren't deranged like Broly, not even the slightest.

But, Saitama learned techniques in the middle of sparring-he'd execute techniques that looked like his or Celera's, but they had a rustic approach only Saitama could exemplify.

Saitama wasn't too fond of sparring, at first. He didn't know what the point of exchanging strikes was. But, he took to it, and every day the man was executing new moves. Moves that a trained person would never think of or consider doing. His strikes were extremely fast, and they packed a lot of power. He'd throw his punches at odd and unpredictable angles. His kicks were just a level below his punches in sheer speed and power. They were devastating, but his punches were something to be feared.

"Not really. Well, I'd pretend to be a hero when I was a child and I'd spin my arms around really fast." Saitama wiped at the sweat on his brow, taking a drink of water.

Goku laughed. "That's amazing. It's almost like you learn while you're sparring, it's one of the craziest things I've seen."

Saitama shook his head. He laughed softly. "I can get a lot stronger. Much, much, much stronger. I have to. This level I'm at now, just isn't good enough for me."

"It's good to set goals." Celera nodded in agreement.

"I've fought some monsters that were way stronger than me." Saitama crossed his arms, looking serious. "I got the tar beat out of me. It's not that I don't like a challenge, but I want to finish my foe with one punch. I must have excessive strength."

"Excessive?" Goku shrugged, but looked curious.

"Like the big muscled guy we fought in the past. There were those other two guys as well." Celera said, looking up at Goku for a second. "Heh...I didn't think I'd ever meet another person like them. It seems that I was wrong."

Goku laughed while grinning. "Maybe he'll be crazy strong like them. Or stronger."

Saitama sighed looking between the two of them. "...You guys are talking about me?"

Goku and Celera nodded.

"Mind to fill me in?" Saitama looked a bit worn out.

"Yeah, you see," Goku continued on, "We fought this one guy before. He wasn't really strong at first, but he got really fired up, and then he was almost unbeatable. He broke my arm in two of three different places, left our friends in similar or worse conditions, and it came down to Yume blasting him into space to finish the battle. I don't doubt for a second he is still alive. There were also two other guys, that were even stronger than him, and we won that battle by the skin on our teeth."

"Those guys sounds crazy strong." Saitama said, picking a rock up off of the ground and skipping it across the pond. "I need to be stronger than that."

"Really?" Goku almost exclaimed.

"Yeah." Saitama clenched his fist, flashing a determined, cocky smile. "I need to be stronger than those three put together."

Celera maneuvered herself into the kitchen, snatching two of the oranges while Saitama came beside her, pulling out a pan from the small cabinet above the stove. She kept herself composed hearing his statement-just barely. If there was someone stronger than Broly, Tarnuu, and Syrus put together...That'd be bad news, very, very, very bad new.

"I'm going to get dinner ready."

"I'm going to put the air conditioner on." Celera said, walking towards the machine with purpose.

She peeled her orange, taking a slice and munching on it.

"Wait!"

Celera turned on Saitama, eyes narrowed. "I kill those monsters too. I have some of that reward money. I'm hot. I want to turn it on."

"It cost money."

Celera didn't look impressed. She lived in the mountains, and while it did get hot, there was always a cool breeze blowing to balance it out. She didn't have that here, thus she needed the air conditioner.

"It's also good for mental strength training." Saitama added.

Celera crossed her arms, turning on the air conditioner. She remained standing by it, daring Saitama to just try and turn it off. She'd bite his hand or worse. He was jut fidgeting, looking a little peeved. It wasn't anger or even annoyance, he just didn't want it on. He had gotten used to the extreme heat the sweltered the small place, and the cold that was certain to make it frigid.

Really, she wanted to buy a house. They had more than enough money with all the monsters they brought in, but she would wait longer. Goku seemed to like the apartment, and Saitama was so...Frugal, put nicely, he didn't want to buy a house at the moment. Even if it would make things more roomy, he was incredibly stubborn.

"I get enough of that when we're training outside. In here, I just want to relax and unwind."

"Fine, but you're paying the electric bill."

"Fair enough. I'm going to take a shower now."

Saitama scratched at his head, exhaling a breath. He wasn't sure what just happened-he felt like something did, but he just wasn't too sure. It felt like he and Celera shared a moment, but...

He looked at the oranges, one bag open, and two of the larger oranges were gone.

"She took them..." Saitama muttered, body creaking like a door as he turned in the direction of the bathroom.

The shower was running.

"Do you need any help?" Goku ventured, pausing in his snacking to talk.

Saitama kept his eyes on the bathroom, tempted to go in there and take the two giant oranges, but refrained from doing so. It wasn't worth compromising Yume's modesty, he could always buy another bag anyways.

"Yeah, get me out the oil." Saitama smiled for a second, licking at his lips. "We're going to have some fried food tonight."

Their training continued. It grew more intense and rigorous. The monsters continued to attack, and they continued to take care of them-earning reward money and going to the supermarket for sales. Celera would often cook a very large meal on Thursday or Friday, and she'd even grill a few things. Around this time they had to go clothes shopping again, because Goku insisted on wearing his gi-which was causing people to stare at them.

He reasoned that they were comfortable.

Celera got him more than enough jogging pants, t shirts, and tank tops so that he couldn't even complain or whine. Once they found a dojo, that had gis-she'd inquire about buying some. Saitama didn't care too much, but expressed that both of their gis would give him a headache since they were so bright. He also noted silently, daring not to make the comment aloud, that Celera's whole midriff and just below her breasts was on show when she wore her gi.

This was better.

Much better.

Goku wore his gi for training, and once he was finished he'd throw it in the washer. The rest of the day, unless they trained again, he'd just wear jogging pants and a t shirt. Celera adjusted more easily than her brother and wore an assortment of jeans, jogging pants, shirts, and other outfits. They were basic and weren't too alluring or extravagant. But, for training she too wore her gi.

One day, early into the training session-Celera called it to a pause, looking at Saitama curiously.

"Can you fly?"

Saitama finished doing his push ups before answering. He wiped at his forehead. "No. Humans can't do that."

Celera and Goku traded glances-perhaps in this world humans couldn't fly, nor could they hone the ability to do so. There was also the question if they even knew that there was such an ability, and knew the right person to teach them. Neither of the siblings could be too sure, but they seen monsters flying-without the aid of wings, so the ability was prominent here.

"Why'd you ask me that?" Saitama couldn't help it, he had to satiate his curiosity.

"Well, there's monsters and aliens here that fly around with or without wings. I thought people had the ability to fly, or there was such an ability, since those monsters do it all of the time.."

Saitama looked at Goku for confirmation, but he only got a shrug in return. It seemed that Goku was curious as well, or surprised. Perhaps a mix of both. He considered what Celera said-if there were aliens and monsters attacking cities, all the time, it wasn't that far fetched for people to be able to fly, or such an ability being out there-ready to learn.

"Well...I don't know anyone to teach me that. It's not really far fetched to think it's possible. I've fought some monsters that were able to fly, so..." Saitama scratched at his chin before shrugging.

"Never say never, right? Those weird horns are going off again..." Goku commented, nursing his left ear as he looked at the sky.

"Sirens. There's some bad monsters tearing up." Saitama said, face growing intense and stern.

"Hold that thought..." Celera turned her head to the side, eyes narrowing. The ki signatures were a great distance away, in a different city. They were all massive and filled with bloodlust, but there were easily more than eight dozen. Their ki itself was alarming, as if they did anything-strike or blast, the amount of destruction they'd be capable of causing would be in waves.

"They're in our nine o clock."

Saitama took off in a burst of speed-just a second too late as Celera got the jump on him, moving with sheer purpose, beaming across the terrain like a flash, but a heartbeat quicker than Goku, who lagged behind, but quickly caught up.

"More are starting to gather!" Goku said, eyes starting to harden.

Saitama look concerned, even as his legs bounded hundreds of feet with each stride. "How many are there?"

Goku set his jaw, neck going taut. "More than one hundred."

"And growing." Celera added warily.

Saitama ran faster, burning lungs, legs, and lead calves didn't even slow him down.

There may be nothing left of the area these monsters were in.

"I really have to learn how to fly." Saitama groaned.

"Topic for another time." Celera said, voice growing hasty.

It had been City J that was attacked. The attackers were rather grotesque, but it matched their evil and putrid ki well. They were all reptilian in nature, with four tusks protruding near their mouths, and two tusks protruding from their foreheads. There were some that were large, standing at thirty feet easily enough and had just one long horn protruding from their forehead or mouth.

Smoke and fires billowed in plumes upon their arrival. The screams of people echoing through the suffocating haze.

Saitama spotted one of the ugly monsters and grunted. A great well of power exploded from his being, starting from his center, and gushing outwards. His feet left imprints on the cement as he dashed forward like a mad man. He went on the offensive, throwing a whipping right cross forward with everything he had. The monster grinned blocking the blow.

"Haahhh!"

He had been about to boast, but Saitama's fist rocketed right through the monster's arm, splintering bone, tearing sinew, and disintegrating tendons and ligaments. Saitama's fist didn't stop there, however, it continued forward at terminal velocity, smashing into the monster's meaty torso, and forcing it to rupture outwards from the back.

Celera darted from side to side her legs whirling around her, moving so fast that she appeared to be surrounded by her feet. The monsters foolishly blocked the kicks, at first, suffering the consequences as they were sent hurtling across the cement, becoming part of the debris itself. She didn't hold herself back at all, intaking a sharp breath before becoming a whirlwind of death.

Goku angled himself, stepping through one alien's guard with a quick step, and twisted around, aiming a punch for his head, His foe went to block, and Goku dropped low, slamming his foot against the monster's ankle, and within a heartbeat, jammed the point of his elbow across his foe's skull.

It staggered, swinging one massive arm forward in one last attack. Goku had expected the outburst and appeared on the monster's side, jabbing his knuckles into its ribs. He didn't put his full force behind the attack, just enough to send his foe flying away. The desired outcome occurred, the hulking tusked monsters barreled into its companions and crushed others.

Saitama strained latching onto one of the bigger monster's ankles and heaved with a scream. Remarkably his larger foe was forced onto his back before being lifted off of the ground. Celera pressing her own attack jumped over the two slamming both knees into the monster's face shattering it, and the ground around them. Saitama twisted away, quickly escaping the collapsing ground with a series of flips.

Celera wasn't so quick in her movements, and rather than evade she let the momentum gather, and rammed her elbow into the monster's head-watching with satisfaction as it tore clean through its skull. With that done, she glanced around-Goku was batting away any and all of them that tried to crush him with brute force, his superior speed and technique making quick work of his foes, enabling him to five at once with ease.

Saitama wasn't so precise as Goku, but his strikes ripped through limbs and bodies. Many of the monsters foolishly blocked his attacks and they suffered the consequences when they'd lost their limbs in a spary of gore. He left the bigger monsters bouncing off of the ground several times before breaking them in half. The smaller ones tried to foolishly gang up on him, but were soon forced to strategize when he began to punch one, forcing that one to bounce off of fifty.

Her attention turned when the largest charged right at her with a guttural roar. Due to its massive height and size, just lunging off of the ground would shatter the cement and everything close by, but added to this-the monster flared its destructive ki. The cement, ground, and buildings became nonexistent, and the monsters even crushed some of his comrades.

Celera sucked in a tight breath as she raised her knee. The punch collided with thunderous force-a shockwave billowed around them, spiraling upward and take the destruction around with it.

She grit down on her teeth, eyes starting to glint as she slowly, carefully, began to twist the attack. Goku surged forward, using the element of surprise and slammed a hard side kick into the monster's stomach. He could hear the pop of bones, and the gurgled grunt of lungs tearing into flesh. The monster's look of disbelief faded to a lifeless fade as one last shaky breath escaped it.

"How dare you!"

"Just shut up and die!" Celera on a burst of speed, darting for the largest collection of her foes, and smashed right into them. Goku and Saitama joined her.

When the dust cleared and noise faded, a large crater was left behind, presumably where a rather tall building had been. There was blood and gore of the monsters, but their limbs were scattered about, or simply disintegrated from being struck so hard and fast. Celera stood off to the side, while Goku and Saitama remained in the center of the carnage.

"They sure did a lot of damage to this city..." Goku said with a frown.

"We stopped them, though. That's what matters." Saitama said, peering at the crater several meters away-there were a few, but the one he was focused on dwarfed those other craters, easily.

"I'm worried about that crater...But. they'll repair this city pretty fast. They just take a long time where we live, because there's so many monsters. The people here probably are in the shelters that they have, so it all worked out." Saitama said.

"I guess that's good you can be so optimistic." Celera looked around for a few minutes, closing her eyes a moment later. "Let's get some of these remains so we can get that reward money."

"Yeah, I think there's a sale at the supermarket today. Half off a whole tuna if you buy one." Goku cupped his hands behind his head with a small grin.

Saitama smiled, eyes glimmering for a second. "That's right. There's a night sale going on too."