I wish I owned DBZ, but I don't. I own DVD's and tapes, but it just isn't the same. I also don't own the right to any of the music pieces you may see selected, just copies of merchandise, such a shame. The artists that created them are geniuses and we all must bow to them.

Chapter 8: Vegeta's Boot camp

Vegeta pulled out a capsule and opened it to reveal a simple pack of clothes.

"Put those on over your clothes," he ordered. I did so, right away noticing that they were extremely heavy for clothes, the shirt must've weighed eighty to ninety pounds. It wasn't a problem lifting them or putting them on, but wearing them and training with them was going to be a different story. After I put on everything in the bag, I felt about a lot heavier, and then I read the labels on each one, it was about five hundred pounds worth of clothing.

"Good, now go out onto the ground, then we begin. Or should I say, you begin!" he frowned. When I stepped off the platform, I dropped like a boulder to one knee. I had forgotten about the ten times gravity. The air was also thin, making it a little difficult to breathe.

"We'll start easy, I want you to walk twenty laps around the perimeter of the palace, but get about twenty to thirty feet away from it. Then jog around eighty times, then run around two hundred laps as fast as you can. Take breaks if you need them, that should easily get you properly adjusted to the added weight." Easy huh, well maybe if I didn't have an ass load of weight on me. That and the gravity would make it about, five thousand? Damn. I began walking, struggling to take even a step.

"Come find me when you're done, boy," he yelled behind me. Yeah, next year. Slowly but surely I began step a little easier and faster, but I was gasping for breathe soon, the weights were pulling me down pretty bad. I pressed on, completing my first lap in what must've taken an hour, maybe two. My 2nd lap probably took about half the time. Now I know what Goku felt like trying to catch Bubbles. Pretty soon I could walk more normally, though my body felt like I was trying to move a mountain with every step. On my eighth lap around, I found that it was slowly getting easier to move with the heavy gravity. The strain was lessening and I wasn't out of breath every few steps.

Wow, this heavy training isn't so bad once you adjust to it. By lap fifteen, I was walking around normally, no gasping at all, I was done with twenty a few minutes later. I glanced around for Vegeta, but didn't see him anywhere. I also looked for a clock, but the only one I saw didn't appear to be moving at all. That couldn't have taken more than a few hours anyway, might as well keep going. I began the jogging exercise, and putting out more energy zapped my strength again, but not near as bad as before. I began to tire eventually, even the adjustment wasn't going to stop that. I took a seat on the ground to catch my breath for a few minutes. I had done maybe about fifty jogging laps, seventy including the walking. My legs were shot and felt like dead weight. My arms were still okay, so I decided to do some pushups while my legs were resting. When I pushed up the first time, I pushed up hard assuming it would be more difficult, so my legs went into the air into a handstand. Okay, apparently the walking helped in more than one area. Well, might as well take this further, not like I have anything better to do. I began doing pushups while upside down, keeping track as I went. My arms didn't strain till somewhere around two hundred and fifty, and I didn't really keep track after that when I started struggling. Soon after I felt like I did a thousand, my arms started shaking and they buckled, sending me to the ground with a thud.

"I wonder if Popo packed Advil in this place, that hurts!" I said aloud, holding my head. My legs felt rested, so I started jogging around the perimeter again, and was astonished when I jogged as fast as possible without sprinting and barely noticed any strain. I went blazing past and in a full circle in about ten seconds. Wow, what a little rest can do…if I can even call that rest. I finished jogging in just a few minutes and ran full sprint right away, feeling like I could run forever. Time passed for me when I was doing nothing but running and marveling at my speed. I lost count after one hundred fifty because I was starting to have fun with it, speeding up and slowing down at will. Soon I could circle the palace in about a second, or less.

Wow, I guess this training isn't that bad after all with this Saiyan body. I could take off, and the dust would still be floating upward in the air when I came back three laps later. I began to widen the circle size just to test how long it would take to do a full circle at different distances. I got it down to about three seconds for what seemed like about a half mile, maybe a full mile.

"Hey brat? Where's the fire!" came Vegeta's loud voice from directly behind me. Startled, I spun, just in time for a fist to come at my face really fast. He nailed me in the forehead and I went flying back, still spinning from being startled. I landed with a sickening thud on my rear.

"So boy, you think you're fast now? You're still nothing!" Vegeta barked.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll be sure to come back to you for another," I said without thinking.

"Hah, do you know how many laps you actually did boy?" he asked, a little mocking tone.

"You said to do about three hundred total, maybe I did a few more," I said, trying to shake the fuzziness from his fist away.

"You did about a thousand damn laps, not to mention the nine hundred pushups you did! Getting a little carried away with your strength eh?"

I let the numbers sink in, "How the hell did I do so many?"

"Oh don't worry, you'll be doing more, no time like the present to do a lot more than the required number. Good, we can get done faster and to my personal favorite, sparring!" Vegeta said with a cocky smile.

"Oh joy," I muttered, knowing what that would probably be like.

"Let's get something to eat, I doubt that Senzu bean is going to keep you full much longer," he said as my stomach growled an angry hello. "Well right on time," he smirked, walking back to the palace. I got up slowly and followed.

Interlude 8.1 -Videl's visit-

Videl rang the doorbell about ten times before someone finally answered.

"Mom. That guy Mr. Satan's daughter is here to see you again!" Trunks shouted.

"Have her wait in the lobby! I'll be just a minute!" Bulma yelled back. Videl took a seat, and Trunks waited impatiently for his mother to show.

"Where's your father, and that other kid?" She asked.

"Off training somewhere. I wanted to go with but Dad didn't let me. I wish Mom would let me go over to Goten's or something, but I can't cause I got in trouble," Trunks looked angrily at the floor.

"Where are they training at?" she continued.

"Up in the sky somewhere. I've only been there once but it's way up high and hard to find. That Piccolo guy is up there and he doesn't like me or dad. I could beat him up though, he don't look that tou...hmph.." Trunks was saying before Bulma's hand clamped over his mouth.

"Trunks go help your grandma, I think she's in the kitchen!" Bulma suggested.

Whatever he was saying was instantly gone and he rushed out of the room, "Yay, food!"

"Kids. What can I do for you Videl? Helicopter break down again?" Bulma asked, hoping that Videl didn't pay much attention to her son's information superhighway of a mouth.

"Well I promised that I would check up on that new kid, your nephew. What was his name again?"

Bulma coughed hard when she heard the word nephew, "Oh you mean Verto, yes such a sweet boy, strong too. He's off training with my husband, boy needs to learn how to defend himself is what Vegeta says," she said, hoping the girl would just accept that.

Videl jaw dropped, "Train for what? After what I saw the kid do, your husband probably won't come back alive if he makes the kid mad!"

Bulma laughed a little, "No Vegeta is strong like that too, he'll be fine," she said as the doorbell rang again. "Let me get that, Oh Yamcha, how's it going, come on in," Bulma said as the desert bandit himself strolled in, a leisure suit on. "Videl, this is my friend Yamcha. We used to date, but he cheats too much, isn't that right?" Bulma gave him an elbow.

Yamcha's face turned bright red, "Emm not lately. Hi, uh, Videl, what's your last name?"

"Satan."

Yamcha's face discolored a little more as he tried to contain his laughter, "Mr. Satan's daughter huh, that's interesting," Yamcha sputtered out, barely holding back tears.

"What's so funny?" Videl asked angrily.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all," Yamcha said, trying to cover his tracks. Lucky for him several police sirens went off outside and Videl reacted right away.

"That's my cue, cops always need help nowadays," Videl claimed, storming out the door.

"That girl is going to be a pain if she learns of all our abilities, she's the type to let the public know about everything. Funny though, I think I've met her before as Bandit, the baseball alias everyone gave me. I figured she would have recognized me," Yamcha said.

"Well she got to see it first hand the other day, and odds are she'll see it everyday pretty soon. Gohan is getting enrolled in the same high school as her this year from what Chichi says. That will be a mess if Gohan forgets to hide his powers," Bulma said.

"So what do you mean she saw it first hand?" Yamcha asked.

"Sit down, you'll need to, " she said, shutting the front door.

I polished off what was left of our meal, not that it was any good. Vegeta could cook a little, but he blasted everything and most of it turned up dry and burnt.

"Bah, even the woman's food tastes better than this!" Vegeta growled about his own cooking.

"Maybe we should ask Popo to cook," I suggested.

"Remind me to get him when the Namek comes in," he said, chewing the last bit off a charred steak.

"So why is Piccolo coming in at all? Not that I mind, I just thought you wanted to train me alone?" I asked.

"Part of the blasted Namek's deal. I get to use the time chamber, if he gets to train you as well. Otherwise he said he'd blow up the door and trap us in here forever. Remind me rip off one of his damn arms when we're done," Vegeta said angrily.

"Ah, well the food didn't taste that well, but it'll do. As long as I'm full I don't care," I said, getting up and stretching my arms a bit.

"As it shouldn't, now go back out there and do sit-ups until you can't move. Then run more laps until you can't walk, then pushups. Then do it all again! Got that boy? Get going!" He barked. Well that didn't take long before he blew his top again.So much for the royal treatment I was starting to get. I did as he asked, doing sit-ups constantly, and quickly. I discovered a new problem, with my new strength I could do so many so fast, that I'd be doing them forever. That didn't even cover the pushups and the running. Just for the hell of it, I kept track and set a goal for myself for each exercise. That failed when I passed the so called goal easily. Before I knew it I had already done five hundred sit-ups, and still going strong. Seemed like every muscle got stronger every time I moved. When I passed two thousand and just started to sweat, I got a little concerned on how many I would actually do. I think I hit seven thousand before I finally stopped, when my stomach and back hurting a little. I pulled myself up and started running my laps, running them just as fast, if not faster than I had earlier. This is when I realized what Vegeta was doing, building up my strength so my body could handle the powers that I might unleash so I wouldn't explode. No use disappointing him, so I ran faster and faster with every step. I'm not sure how many laps I did, somewhere in the ten thousands, before I finally stumbled and fell on my face.

"What a wonderful stop that was, using my head!" I said to myself. I started on the pushups, the handstand ones. Once again I did a lot of them until my arms and hands began to get sore. After about four thousand, my arms gave out and I fell on my stomach this time, wiped out. Breathing heavily, I laid there for a minute, resting a little while catching my breath. Just a bit more rest, then do it all again. It's difficult, but I've got to push myself! Then I repeated the process several more times, for who knows how long. I really only had my own determination to drive me, until finally I literally couldn't move.

"Brat! Get up here!" Vegeta yelled from the palace. I pulled myself and walked quickly back to the palace. He stood at the front stoop and waited on me to walk up there.

"Boy, go get some rest! That's what the bed is for, you're going to burn out from exhaustion. I don't want to get my hands dirty dragging your carcass back up here!"

"Oh sorry. I still have a little left, I can keep going!" I said defiantly.

"You've been doing that routine for three days now, you need to sleep sometime! Now get to bed, you've earned the rest!" He said, stepping off the stoop and walking out onto the field. Three days, how the hell did I lose track like that? I was too tired to care how I lost track of time just exercising, so I practically drug myself over to a bed and collapsed into it, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke to a loud explosion and a bright light in the distance. I stood up to investigate, only to fall down when a shockwave hit and shook the floor. In the far distance I saw Vegeta standing straight up with a hand stretched outward, then he turned in my direction, and disappeared. I saw a little dust go up from the ground in a direct line coming right for me. Then I saw his fist coming at me out of the dust cloud. I jumped back by instinct and took off full sprint into the field. What a little rest did, a lot of rest did more, I felt great. I ran much faster than before, and I could hear loud bangs behind me, like sonic booms. That's when a gust of wind went blazing by before stopping ahead of me as I tried to stop myself. Amazingly I did stop quickly and didn't break anything. That almost changed when a boot caught me in the gut and I stumbled back and fell on my ass.

"Well at least you knew well enough to dodge the first one, there's hope for you boy!" Vegeta said mockingly.

"Thanks for the wakeup call, I felt great until you kicked me," I growled.

"You'd better, you slept for a damn day and a half, now onto business. It's time to learn how to unleash and control ki energy, which comes from your life force. The stronger you are, the stronger your ki is, take a seat." I looked at him funny since I was still on the ground, but rearranged and sat Indian style as he sat down in front of me.

"Now close your mind to all outside distraction and open it to yourself. Search deep within yourself, and find your inner power. It'll feel like a tiny pull when you find it, just latch onto it and bring it out," he said in a softer tone. I did as he said, searching deep with my eyes closed. I something quickly, but it didn't seem to want to come out. I had the picture of a dam holding it back in my head.

"If it hesitates, just pull harder," I heard Vegeta say. I did and the dam literally broke and the energy flowed through my body, giving me a numb feeling. It felt kind of like pins and needles, but not quite. When I felt it in my hands I finally opened my eyes.

"You're almost there, just let it come out," Vegeta said again. I felt it build up in my upper arms, so with my mind, I pushed the numbness out to my hands and let it go. As soon as it did, it formed a large ball of light in my hands, but didn't stay there long and blasted out of them. Next thing I saw was Vegeta's hair smoking.

"Oops."

But he shrugged it off, "No you did well, I didn't have my guard up. Now I want you to learn how to call that forth at will and control the amount of energy you release. Then I want you to release energy balls, control and guide them around the area. This will help you master energy attacks and usage." I did so and summoned my numbing ki again, easier this time and began the drills. In a little less than an hour I had mastered it well enough to simply hold out my hand and send a blast within a few seconds.

"Boy, stand here, and fire a blast at me. This time keep pouring energy ki into it and make it as powerful as possible," Vegeta suggested. I raised my eyebrow in question, but did so anyway, holding out both hands and summoning the strength.

"HAAAAA!" I yelled inadvertently, the ki surging through me had caused a bit of a strain forced me to yell a little as I fired at him. A large, gold beam came out of my hands and pressed forward quickly. I saw him hold out one hand and send a similar blue blast straight back at me, colliding with mine and creating a power struggle. I felt my beam being pushed back, so I helped it along by putting more power into it and making the beam a little brighter. It didn't do much good as my beam shrank away quickly and soon all I could see in front of me was blue. Before I could even think to try to dodge it, it hit me with such a force that I felt my skin burning and my bones shaking. The numbing feeling of my power was literally erased. I fell backward as the beam pushed past me and into the distance, creating a large explosion. After the dust settled,

Vegeta rushed to my side, though he sort of phased into view, "You ok kid?"

"I'll let you know...once I find out if my legs are still there...ugh," I coughed.

"Here, I brought a few beans just in case. You took that blast pretty well for someone so inexperienced," he said, popping one into my mouth. I chewed quickly, wanting to knock him out for almost blasting me to hell. As soon as I recovered I stood up, I gave him a glare that could kill. I softened once I noticed that he had an apologetic look about him, though one that didn't last long.

"Well kid, I'm going to show you how to properly perform my Galic Gun attack. It's an ancient attack that has been passed down through the generations of the royal family. Then you are to do ten of them successfully, then we're done for today," he said slowly. I accepted that, still a little sour about it. When I tried my first Galic Gun, I could feel a difference when I uttered the words. It was like it was a spiritual set of words to say or something. The ki was more concentrated, and more powerful, spitting out a large red and purple beam, fully capable of destroying a city, or more, judging by the explosion. Vegeta explained that those new to the technique would usually have a purple beam until they had mastered it, which would produce a red one depending on how concentrated it was. He was quite impressed that mine was partially red after the first try. Something else was holding the fingers and arms in the pose. Putting both palms together back behind, rather they were mirrors to each other or not didn't truly matter, it was mostly to hold the beam in place while charging so it didn't go out of control. Once the charge was complete, pushing the energy out was easy. Also keeping the leading arm on top was key, though I didn't ask why. Apparently the Kamehameha was done in a similar fashion, except the trailing arm was the one to go on top. After ten successful Galic Gun attacks, I was out of energy, the concentration and ki use wiped me out.

"Get to bed boy, we're going to start up your flight tomorrow, then the fight training," he said. I walked back to the beds quickly, sleeping off my fatigue.

Power levels

Verto after 4 days (or 16 minutes on the outside) inside the time chamber: 175,000

Vegeta: 50,000,000