The third day of her training had begun hours ago, yet Eli felt as if the first day had barely occured. She had never thought she'd ever push herself this hard in any battle;but this was a special case. Her clothes reaked of sweat and blood, and she hadn't slept nor ate since Brutilia had issued his 'challenge'. She was so enamored with her own strength, she didn't notice the two namekians watching her.
"Well...?" The taller asked.
"She's done at least two-hundred thousand push-ups, six-hundred thousand sit-ups, and close to a billion punches and kicks." The smaller responded, amazement not being lost in his tone.
Piccolo could understand easily why Eli trained so hard for this fight, when she took others so lightly. He would never forget the day he saw Brutilia beat on her so badly, he would never forget the look on her face when a crimson sheet flowed easily from her throat. Piccolo squinted.
"She hasn't slept in days, has she?"
Dende hastily searched his memory.
"I...don't believe so...in fact...I don't even think she's eaten in these past days."
Piccolo 'hmm'ed. He didn't think she had, either.
Eli felt her bicep twitch and lock before her body understood that it hurt. She clenched her teeth forced another punch from the aching muscle.
It wasn't so much her stubbornness keeping her going like this, it was that she kept hearing his voice in her head. He was mentally tormenting her, egging her on until she could do nothing but fight with herself.
"Poor wittle brat," her mind-Brutilia said, in it's sickening baby-talk voice"Is the wittle brat tiwerd? Aww, poor wittle Ewi." It began to laugh inside her head. The voice quit it's baby-talk routine. "Stupid little punk, do you really think you can ever beat me? You're even dumber than I thought. Why don't you just kill yourself?"
Eli launched herself into super-saiyan two. Her punches and kicks became harder and faster than before.
"I fucking hate you." She growled under her breath.
Night set in quickly at the Lookout that day, a little too quickly for Eli. She'd stopped supporting super-saiyan two hours ago, feeling she'd lose too much energy by it; as if her panting breath didn't already give that detail away. Her eyes shifted quickly and irritably over to the Lookout building.
"I know you've been standing there for a while now, Piccolo. What do you want?"
Piccolo took a few steps toward her, as she focused mainly on punching with ki surrounding her hands.
"I want you to go get some rest before you pass out. Go!"
Eli didn't even look at him from her training.
"I see no way of that happening." she said simply.
He just stood there for a few more minutes while she continued her punches. She hated it when people stood over her while she trained, it was the equivalent of someone reading over her shoulder.
She lashed out and punched hard at Piccolo's face, attempting to show him once and for all that she was not 'tired'. Piccolo's fist caught hers effortlessly, and with a turn of his wrist she lay on the floor with her arm pinned behindher back.
"Under normal conditions, you could've broken every bone in my face, but you've worked yourself into such a stupor that I could catch you like that." Piccolo scolded. He let her up on the condition she would go to her quarters. She half-staggered off, feeling her ego grow the bruise where her arm should have.
Eli shut the door tightly to her room. True, she had promised to go to her quarters, but she'd never promised she'd sleep.
"I love loopholes." she said, smirking at her own private joke. She propped her feet on the bed, and proceeded to spend the night doing push-ups.
She had sense enough to change her clothes in the morning. Along with that, she'd had the frame of mind to muss her bed, make herself look partially refreshed, and sneak out earlyfor more training.
She removed her sword from its' sheath upon returning to 'her' training spot that morning. As she stared at the reflective blade, she silently declared she would devote that entire day to training with it.