Chapter 5
My alarm went off at a quarter to five. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, turning the sky a dusty rose colour. I got dressed, not bothering to shower. Then I went down to the kitchen and made some coffee. I gulped it down, not caring that it was searing my throat. I needed the caffeine
I grabbed a cinnamon bun and walked out the back door, right into what felt like a brick wall.
"You're five minutes late," Vegeta said.
"The coffee maker lies to me. It said I was five minutes early. That bastard. Besides, what difference does five minutes make?" I replied groggily.
"The difference is that you can defeat your opponent in five minutes, or he can defeat you."
Yay my first lesson of the day, wait no, the second. The first is never trust the coffee maker's clock, it lies. Here comes the second question: "What if your opponent is a girl?"
"Why do you ask such stupid questions? A girl shouldn't be in a fight anyway!"
"What?! I'm a girl, Eighteen is a girl, Chi-chi is a girl! And all of us are stronger than most people!" I retorted.
"Well, uh, that's not what I meant really. You see, none of you are really girlish compared to your mother or Bra."
"ARE YOU SAYING THAT I'M A BOY?"
"No no! It's just- nevermind. Let's just start your training." He walked towards the training building my grandfather built and rebuilt many times for him. I followed, grumbling about his insults to feminism. "The first thing you need to work on is getting your body in shape. So first you can do 50 laps around this room, and after each lap I will increase the gravity by one. Get going!"
"Can you put on 'Rocky' music? Maybe 'Eye of the Tiger'?"
"No!"
"You're no fun," I muttered.
Thankfully I was an okay runner, but it wasn't a particularly enjoyable thing, especially when you're on your last lap, weighed down by 50 times the earth's gravity. I remained standing until the very end, when I collapsed and panted for breath.
"D .dying. nice floor. cozy.mmm."
Vegeta nudged me with his foot. "Get up, it's time to do some weightlifting. Don't just lie there!"
"Floor comfy!" I growled at him. Then he started to drag me, so I tried to cling desperately to the smooth, cold surface I was sprawled across. My hands squeaked all the way, and I whined. "No! Floor! I love you! Don't leave me! Waaaaaaaa haaaaaaa!"
"All right, we'll start you at 1000 pounds. Now lift! I said lift! Your veins are bulging but you're not lifting. Why is that?"
"Maybe the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet, or maybe it could be that A TON IS A LOT FOR SOMEONE JUST STARTING!" I screamed at him. Just then I felt a surge of energy go through my body, and I lifted the weights high above my head with ease. "It was the caffeine."
"Caffeine gives you extra strength?" Vegeta gave me a puzzled expression.
"And sugar, it's what gives us teenage girls so much energy! Now let's work out! Weeeeeeee!"
Yes my father was very confused, but who isn't confused by the average girl? We trained until 6:30 p.m, and then we came inside to eat dinner. Ty came running, tears streaming down his face, and he hugged my legs.
"What's the matter Ty?" I said stroking his dark blue hair.
"Y-you were so b-busy you d-didn't make me breakfast or l-lunch, so B-bra had to cook!"
"Oh dear! Are you dizzy? Does your stomach hurt?"
"No, but it was really really icky!"
"Well at least you're not literally poisoned." I looked and practically saw steam coming out of Bra's ears. "Hey, it could be worse, Dad could've cooked."
"Yeah I remember when he made some casserole stuff that was lumpy and was all the different colours of the rainbow, and it smelled like onions and rotten eggs and an outhouse all in one, and it tasted like dead fish and Bra's hairspray and how outhouses smell and-"
"Okay! Please don't remind me, or I'll dream of some lumpy rainbow monster that's trying to eat me, or even worse, trying to get me to eat it!"
He laughed and then we raided the fridge to see what we could cook up. Ty loved to cook with me, and I'll admit I enjoyed it too. Us sayans have huge appetites, so after half an hour the fridge was completely empty, and dirty dishes were lying everywhere. I cleaned those up so Mom wouldn't scream when she came home, then I went straight to bed. Today became routine for almost a week, but later on I started sparring and building up my technique. I never really got a chance to learn how to do energy blasts, because on the sixth day of training, something happened.
AN: Okay so that chappy was kinda happy and weird but blame it on the caffeine. Anyhoo, I'll try to write the next chapter as soon as possible. Byes!
My alarm went off at a quarter to five. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, turning the sky a dusty rose colour. I got dressed, not bothering to shower. Then I went down to the kitchen and made some coffee. I gulped it down, not caring that it was searing my throat. I needed the caffeine
I grabbed a cinnamon bun and walked out the back door, right into what felt like a brick wall.
"You're five minutes late," Vegeta said.
"The coffee maker lies to me. It said I was five minutes early. That bastard. Besides, what difference does five minutes make?" I replied groggily.
"The difference is that you can defeat your opponent in five minutes, or he can defeat you."
Yay my first lesson of the day, wait no, the second. The first is never trust the coffee maker's clock, it lies. Here comes the second question: "What if your opponent is a girl?"
"Why do you ask such stupid questions? A girl shouldn't be in a fight anyway!"
"What?! I'm a girl, Eighteen is a girl, Chi-chi is a girl! And all of us are stronger than most people!" I retorted.
"Well, uh, that's not what I meant really. You see, none of you are really girlish compared to your mother or Bra."
"ARE YOU SAYING THAT I'M A BOY?"
"No no! It's just- nevermind. Let's just start your training." He walked towards the training building my grandfather built and rebuilt many times for him. I followed, grumbling about his insults to feminism. "The first thing you need to work on is getting your body in shape. So first you can do 50 laps around this room, and after each lap I will increase the gravity by one. Get going!"
"Can you put on 'Rocky' music? Maybe 'Eye of the Tiger'?"
"No!"
"You're no fun," I muttered.
Thankfully I was an okay runner, but it wasn't a particularly enjoyable thing, especially when you're on your last lap, weighed down by 50 times the earth's gravity. I remained standing until the very end, when I collapsed and panted for breath.
"D .dying. nice floor. cozy.mmm."
Vegeta nudged me with his foot. "Get up, it's time to do some weightlifting. Don't just lie there!"
"Floor comfy!" I growled at him. Then he started to drag me, so I tried to cling desperately to the smooth, cold surface I was sprawled across. My hands squeaked all the way, and I whined. "No! Floor! I love you! Don't leave me! Waaaaaaaa haaaaaaa!"
"All right, we'll start you at 1000 pounds. Now lift! I said lift! Your veins are bulging but you're not lifting. Why is that?"
"Maybe the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet, or maybe it could be that A TON IS A LOT FOR SOMEONE JUST STARTING!" I screamed at him. Just then I felt a surge of energy go through my body, and I lifted the weights high above my head with ease. "It was the caffeine."
"Caffeine gives you extra strength?" Vegeta gave me a puzzled expression.
"And sugar, it's what gives us teenage girls so much energy! Now let's work out! Weeeeeeee!"
Yes my father was very confused, but who isn't confused by the average girl? We trained until 6:30 p.m, and then we came inside to eat dinner. Ty came running, tears streaming down his face, and he hugged my legs.
"What's the matter Ty?" I said stroking his dark blue hair.
"Y-you were so b-busy you d-didn't make me breakfast or l-lunch, so B-bra had to cook!"
"Oh dear! Are you dizzy? Does your stomach hurt?"
"No, but it was really really icky!"
"Well at least you're not literally poisoned." I looked and practically saw steam coming out of Bra's ears. "Hey, it could be worse, Dad could've cooked."
"Yeah I remember when he made some casserole stuff that was lumpy and was all the different colours of the rainbow, and it smelled like onions and rotten eggs and an outhouse all in one, and it tasted like dead fish and Bra's hairspray and how outhouses smell and-"
"Okay! Please don't remind me, or I'll dream of some lumpy rainbow monster that's trying to eat me, or even worse, trying to get me to eat it!"
He laughed and then we raided the fridge to see what we could cook up. Ty loved to cook with me, and I'll admit I enjoyed it too. Us sayans have huge appetites, so after half an hour the fridge was completely empty, and dirty dishes were lying everywhere. I cleaned those up so Mom wouldn't scream when she came home, then I went straight to bed. Today became routine for almost a week, but later on I started sparring and building up my technique. I never really got a chance to learn how to do energy blasts, because on the sixth day of training, something happened.
AN: Okay so that chappy was kinda happy and weird but blame it on the caffeine. Anyhoo, I'll try to write the next chapter as soon as possible. Byes!