Warning: this chapter contains some material near the end that some may find disturbing. It hints at rape, sadism, and pedophilia. If you are offended by any one of these topics, please skip the bottom of this chapter.

Eli stared straight ahead, for how long she had no idea. She could feel her stomach acids churning in her gut, she could taste the horrid dryness in her mouth, and she could quite clearly feel a single cold bead of sweat drip down the back of her neck. She had never felt this scared in her life; not just for her own life, but for the lives of her friends and brother. She knew for a fact that Brutilia could easily carry out his threat to kill them all, she just didn't know if he would try it.

"Eli? Eli!"
Eli was brought back down to earth by Siarra's fingers snapping in her face. She shook her head slightly as her surroundings manifested themselves in her mind.
"Are you alright?" Siarra asked quietly.
"Fine." was Eli's stoic reply as she stood up and began to walk away.
Siarra looked curiously after her as her friend walked away.
"What's wrong with her?" She asked aloud.
"You know Eli...the instant something is bothering her she hs to go work it out on her own." Piccolo's voice filled the void in her head.
Both father and daughter shook their heads in resignation as Eli's form disappeared around the deck of the Lookout.

Eli stood silently on the opposite deck of the Lookout, allowing the adrenoline to slowly fill her system until it coursed furiously through her veins.
In the next instant, her fist shot out in a flawless punch. It was expertly followed by the swinging kick from her right foot. A barrage of kick and punch combonations signaled her training had officially begun.

Siarra sat and watched Eli from one of the lower roofs of the Lookout. She knew better than to challenge Eli at this point and time of her training, she had done so once and had nearly had a hole punched in her stomach. No, she knew that if Eli was this hard on herself fo the training, she could only expect worse for herself. She'd content herself to watching Eli's moves for now; if she calmed down a little then maybe she would challenge her a little.

Eli raised her ki, allowing herself to reach her super saiyan one form. Her body shifted slightly and the punches and kicks flew fast enough to literally rip the tiles from the floor and send them flying through the air. As Eli ripped her fist back quickly for another hard punch, the air pulled a square tile with it. The edge of the tile struck her hard in the shoulder, both breaking the tile and tearing a fair amount of flesh from the young warrior's shoulder. Eli didn't blink.
Siarra sat up straight an stared. She had had no idea that Eli was that commited to the fight. Usually Eli would look at what wound would occur, almost like the injury was a testement to how well she had fought, but Eli hadn't even glanced at it.
"You're ready to put up one helluva fight, aren't you?" She asked quietly.

It had been hours since the training had began, the sun had gone down and Chill and Siarra had gone to sleep. Eli had quit herpunch and kick routine for simple push-ups. Well, if they could be called simple; Eli had full body weight on the veryfingertips of four of her fingers and she was doing reps of one thousand per hand.She could feel the sweat dripping down the contours of her face, neck,and back easily as well as her biceps and triceps screaming out for mercy. Eli had long-since forgotten how to process what her muscles had been trying to convey toher, her mind had begun to run onauto-pilot as she counted out thepush-ups.
"897..888...889...900..." she grunted out.
Suddenly, she felt a slight 'blip' on her ki radar. She hastily stood up and looked around in half panic/half fright. She knew whose ki that had belonged to. She raced frantically down to Chill's room, hitting the side of the bed so hard she thought she had broken her shins. Chill still lay undisturbed in his bed, dreaming of whatever it was that filled his thoughts at night. She cautiously peered out into the hall and began to walk down it, expecting that the owner of the ki to somehow surprise her. She walked back out onto the deck and stared in the direction the ki was coming from, it hadn't moved at all from where she had first sensed it.
" I know you're there. I know you're trying to scare me you twisted little fucker. Don't think for a second that I'll let you win. I'm gonna fucking kill you."
She pronounced into the dark of the night. With that she resumed her push-ups, beginning all over from number one to make up for her short rest.

Not far away, one lone figure watched Eli as her training resumed. Brutilia smirked in a combonation of satisfaction and pleasure. He was so glad that she challenged him, he wanted the pleasure of killing her slow and painfully; preferably wrapping two years of torture into a few minutes.
Brutilia's only problem on his mind was that he would be using Kira as a substitutefor what he really wanted thatnight. Hehad wanted Eli from the very momment he saw her, and he was getting tired of simply imaginning Eli in placeof Kira when they got it on. He found himself wondering whether it would be possible or not to simply carry the girl off the battlefield, live out his lttle fantasies, and then kill her.
"I wonder if I could do tha tnow?" He thought devilishly to himself. He wondered if he could shut her up long enough to finally'make it' with a virgin.He began to wonder if she would cry when he did it, or if she would tell him that he was hurting her. He chuckled dryly to himself.
"Oh well, there's always the bitch's mother."
He turned and flew back to the little house in the woods.