That afternoon.
Raditz and Nappa were facing one another inside the gravity chamber. In between them was Trunks.
"All right you fools, my son has lowered his power to approximately your level. Let's see how you can do," Vegeta said. "Go."
The two Saiyan warriors leapt at Trunks. The boy launched himself off the ground, kicking Nappa square in the jaw, then performing a backflip, grabbing Raditz by his hair and swinging him around for a moment before tossing him.
"Well, I did say approximately. What's a few thousand here or there?" Vegeta grinned. "So, are you going to give up?"
"Of course not!" yelled Nappa. "We're Saiyan warriors! We never give up!"
"Well, I'll be back in a bit, I want to see how many times my son can beat you in four hours."
***
Kakarot's house. Approximately the same time.
It was a battle of the generations as Bardock began to face off against Goten, while Kakarot watched from the sky. Goten had repressed his power as well. And since Goten wasn't as cruel as Trunks, this was an actual fight, rather than a massacre.
But Goten ended up winning anyway. Bardock dropped onto the grass hard, as Goten levitated down after him. Kakarot followed suit.
"Are you all right, Father?"
"Of course I'm all right!" snapped Bardock. "I'm a Saiyan! Now then, boy, are you up for another round?"
And with that Bardock launched himself right at Goten, and the fight began anew.
***
Four hours later. Capsule Corporation.
Vegeta opened the door of the gravity chamber. Nappa and Raditz looked utterly humiliated, while Trunks didn't appear to even be breathing that hard.
"Ah, Father. May I stop suppressing my power now?"
"Yes, go ahead." As Trunks returned to his everyday level, Vegeta continued. "So, how many times was it?"
Trunks's teachers would have been shocked to hear the number he recited. When he felt like it, Trunks could be cruelly brilliant.
"A good job, boy. Take the rest of the day off, go do whatever it is you do when you're not training."
As Trunks sprinted happily out of the room, Vegeta looked upon Nappa and Raditz.
"You're pathetic, the pair of you. Beaten by a child. And you call yourself Saiyans. Still, I can sense that you've improved a small bit. But not much. Now get out, it's my turn."
***
Bardock and Goten were still going at it.
Goten panted. Bardock's pattern of constant offense was beginning to slowly wear him down; if this war of attrition kept up, it wouldn't be long before Bardock could finally claim a victory against his grandson. Goten was good at defense--you had to be, when your regular sparring partner was Trunks--but he was starting to be overwhelmed.
Finally, when Bardock managed to knee him the stomach, Goten reacted on instinct. He powered up, and the sheer force of the ki aura threw Bardock back a huge distance, into a cliff. He went through it.
Kakarot had gone to eat, so it was just Goten there, kneeling, attempting to get his breath back. *That probably took care of him for the day. I'll go get him.* Worn out, he began to walk to the cliff.
Then, suddenly, he sensed it. *No! That can't be right!*
Bardock smashed back through the cliff. He was bleeding, bruised, battered, and had what looked like a broken leg, but he looked happier than he had the whole day. "Excellent manuever, boy, but not good enough!"
Bardock used his functional leg to kick Goten upside the head. "Apparently your father never taught you the prime rule of Saiyan fighting--don't check on an opponent unless you know they're dead!"
The Saiyan warrior aimed another kick, but Goten ducked it, and punched Bardock hard enough to send him catapulting into the air.
It looked like it wouldn't take too long for Bardock to recover, return to the ground, and resume the close quarters combat. Goten knew he had to finish this quickly.
"Ka...me...ha...me...HA!"
Bardock was in no shape to dodge the Kamehameha as it reached him. As the devastating beam washed over him, Bardock fell to the ground. He was definitely unconscious this time.
Goten smiled for a moment. Then he had a horrific thought. *I beat up my grandpa. What's Mom gonna say?*
Raditz and Nappa were facing one another inside the gravity chamber. In between them was Trunks.
"All right you fools, my son has lowered his power to approximately your level. Let's see how you can do," Vegeta said. "Go."
The two Saiyan warriors leapt at Trunks. The boy launched himself off the ground, kicking Nappa square in the jaw, then performing a backflip, grabbing Raditz by his hair and swinging him around for a moment before tossing him.
"Well, I did say approximately. What's a few thousand here or there?" Vegeta grinned. "So, are you going to give up?"
"Of course not!" yelled Nappa. "We're Saiyan warriors! We never give up!"
"Well, I'll be back in a bit, I want to see how many times my son can beat you in four hours."
***
Kakarot's house. Approximately the same time.
It was a battle of the generations as Bardock began to face off against Goten, while Kakarot watched from the sky. Goten had repressed his power as well. And since Goten wasn't as cruel as Trunks, this was an actual fight, rather than a massacre.
But Goten ended up winning anyway. Bardock dropped onto the grass hard, as Goten levitated down after him. Kakarot followed suit.
"Are you all right, Father?"
"Of course I'm all right!" snapped Bardock. "I'm a Saiyan! Now then, boy, are you up for another round?"
And with that Bardock launched himself right at Goten, and the fight began anew.
***
Four hours later. Capsule Corporation.
Vegeta opened the door of the gravity chamber. Nappa and Raditz looked utterly humiliated, while Trunks didn't appear to even be breathing that hard.
"Ah, Father. May I stop suppressing my power now?"
"Yes, go ahead." As Trunks returned to his everyday level, Vegeta continued. "So, how many times was it?"
Trunks's teachers would have been shocked to hear the number he recited. When he felt like it, Trunks could be cruelly brilliant.
"A good job, boy. Take the rest of the day off, go do whatever it is you do when you're not training."
As Trunks sprinted happily out of the room, Vegeta looked upon Nappa and Raditz.
"You're pathetic, the pair of you. Beaten by a child. And you call yourself Saiyans. Still, I can sense that you've improved a small bit. But not much. Now get out, it's my turn."
***
Bardock and Goten were still going at it.
Goten panted. Bardock's pattern of constant offense was beginning to slowly wear him down; if this war of attrition kept up, it wouldn't be long before Bardock could finally claim a victory against his grandson. Goten was good at defense--you had to be, when your regular sparring partner was Trunks--but he was starting to be overwhelmed.
Finally, when Bardock managed to knee him the stomach, Goten reacted on instinct. He powered up, and the sheer force of the ki aura threw Bardock back a huge distance, into a cliff. He went through it.
Kakarot had gone to eat, so it was just Goten there, kneeling, attempting to get his breath back. *That probably took care of him for the day. I'll go get him.* Worn out, he began to walk to the cliff.
Then, suddenly, he sensed it. *No! That can't be right!*
Bardock smashed back through the cliff. He was bleeding, bruised, battered, and had what looked like a broken leg, but he looked happier than he had the whole day. "Excellent manuever, boy, but not good enough!"
Bardock used his functional leg to kick Goten upside the head. "Apparently your father never taught you the prime rule of Saiyan fighting--don't check on an opponent unless you know they're dead!"
The Saiyan warrior aimed another kick, but Goten ducked it, and punched Bardock hard enough to send him catapulting into the air.
It looked like it wouldn't take too long for Bardock to recover, return to the ground, and resume the close quarters combat. Goten knew he had to finish this quickly.
"Ka...me...ha...me...HA!"
Bardock was in no shape to dodge the Kamehameha as it reached him. As the devastating beam washed over him, Bardock fell to the ground. He was definitely unconscious this time.
Goten smiled for a moment. Then he had a horrific thought. *I beat up my grandpa. What's Mom gonna say?*