Chapter 51: Kami and Popo
Goku, Hinata, and Akamaru stood in awe, taking in the breathtaking sight of Kami's Lookout. The celestial palace floated majestically in the sky, its intricate patterns and lush gardens creating a scene that was both surreal and mesmerizing. The grandeur of the structure made them feel as if they had stepped into another world entirely.
Hinata, her lavender eyes wide with wonder, whispered, "It's beautiful... I've never seen anything like it."
Goku, standing confident in his blue and orange gi, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's definitely something else..."
As they walked toward the central building, their footsteps echoed in the tranquil air. Suddenly, they stopped, taken aback by the sight of a figure seated calmly at the entrance. The man was dark-skinned with unsettlingly large, round eyes, a red turban, and a matching vest. His expression was one of bemused amusement, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Welcome maggots," the figure said, his voice calm but with an edge that sent a chill down their spines. "I am Mr. Popo, Kami's servant... but really the true ruler of Earth."
Goku stepped forward, his usual carefree demeanor slightly tempered by the man's presence. "Hey, Mr. Popo. I'm Goku, and this is Hinata and Akamaru. We're here to meet Kami."
Mr. Popo's smirk widened slightly. "Oh, I know who you are, Goku. But do tell, why are the other two here? The only one who was chosen to be here was you."
Goku, not backing down, replied firmly, "If they can't be here, then I won't be either."
Mr. Popo's eyes narrowed, the smirk never leaving his face. "Very well. You're eligible to be tested, Goku. To proceed, you must defeat me in a fight."
The air crackled with tension as Goku assumed his fighting stance, an uncharacteristically cocky grin spreading across his face. "Alright, this should be fun."
The battle commenced, and Goku launched himself at Mr. Popo with a flurry of punches and kicks, each move executed with precision and power. But Mr. Popo moved with an almost supernatural grace, evading each attack with minimal effort.
Goku's strikes were fast, powerful, and relentless, but Mr. Popo was always one step ahead. He dodged a spinning kick and countered with a quick jab to the Saiyan's midsection, sending him skidding back.
"You'll need to do better than that," Mr. Popo taunted, his voice devoid of strain.
Undeterred, Goku powered up, his aura flaring bright blue as he charged again. This time, he mixed his attacks with energy blasts, hoping to catch Mr. Popo off guard. But Mr. Popo simply waved his hand, and the energy blasts dissipated harmlessly.
Hinata watched in disbelief, her Byakugan activated to follow the rapid movements. "His power… it's unreal."
Goku's tenacity only grew. He leaped into the air, descending with a powerful downward punch aimed at Mr. Popo's head. With a swift movement, Mr. Popo sidestepped and delivered a palm strike to Goku's chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him crashing to the ground.
Goku struggled to his feet, his body aching. He powered up a Kamehameha, the energy ball glowing intensely between his palms. "Kamehame…ha!" The beam shot towards Mr. Popo with blinding speed.
Mr. Popo raised a single hand, catching the beam and holding it in place effortlessly. With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the energy back towards Goku, who barely managed to deflect it away with considerable effort.
As Goku panted, sweat dripping down his face, Mr. Popo appeared in front of him in an instant, delivering a series of rapid, precise strikes that left him reeling. Each hit was perfectly timed, exploiting every opening in Goku's defenses.
In a final, desperate attempt, Goku lunged at Mr. Popo with all his remaining strength. But Mr. Popo anticipated the move, dodging to the side and delivering a crushing blow to his back, sending him sprawling across the ground.
Goku lay there, gasping for breath, the reality of his defeat sinking in. Mr. Popo stood over him. "Power alone isn't enough, Goku. You lack control, discipline, and understanding. You have much to learn."
The Saiyan, wiping the sweat from his brow, looked up at Mr. Popo. "Please, Mr. Popo, I know I failed so quickly, but I wanna stay and train. I need to get stronger."
Mr. Popo's smirk widened. "Oh, you think you have what it takes to handle my training? Fine. But remember, you asked for it."
Hinata, still processing the sheer power Mr. Popo displayed and withholding her utter shock at her boyfriend being defeated with such ease, stepped forward. "I'd like to join too if that's okay."
Mr. Popo chuckled ominously. "Oh, this should be good. Alright, both of you will get your chance. And you," he pointed at Akamaru, "you too, mutt."
Akamaru barked, his ears perking up.
Mr. Popo began to outline their training regimen with a dark glint in his eyes. "First lesson: control. You need to master every movement, anticipate every action. Now, try to hit me again, Son Goku. Let's see if you've learned anything."
Goku, filled with a renewed sense of motivation, charged at Mr. Popo. But no matter how fast or precise his movements were, the genie dodged effortlessly. Hinata watched intently, her Byakugan activated, analyzing Mr. Popo's techniques.
"You're still too slow, Goku," Mr. Popo taunted. "And Hinata, don't think you get to sit out. Your turn."
Hinata stepped up, her eyes narrowing. She launched a series of swift, precise strikes, but Mr. Popo evaded them all with infuriating ease. "Is that all you've got, little girl?" he mocked.
Hinata grit her teeth. "I'm just getting started."
After several failed attempts, Mr. Popo clapped his hands, signaling them to stop. "Alright, listen up. It's time for the pecking order. Here on the lookout, it goes: me," he pointed to himself with a dark chuckle, "then Kami, then the dirt, then the worms inside the dirt, then Akamaru, then Goku, and finally Hinata."
Goku, Hinata, and Akamaru exchanged glances, blinking.
"Got it?" Mr. Popo continued, his tone both mocking and menacing. "Now, let's see if you can climb the ladder."
As the training progressed, it became quite clear that Mr. Popo's methods were harsh, his remarks cutting, but his lessons were invaluable. They very slowly learned to move with precision, to anticipate their opponent's actions, and to control their energy with a new level of mastery. A new level, as in going from level two to level three. Small steps were still infinitely greater than none.
After hours of relentless training, Goku, panting heavily, looked at Mr. Popo. "I'll do whatever it takes to get stronger."
Mr. Popo's smile was sinister. "Good. Because you have a long way to go."
At that moment, a voice interrupted, calm yet authoritative. "Mr. Popo, that's enough for now."
Goku and Hinata turned to see a tall, serene figure emerging from the shadows with green skin and white robes. The figure's calm demeanor and wise eyes were immediately recognizable. It was Kami, the Guardian of Earth.
But to Goku, the resemblance was too striking. Memories of the battle with Piccolo Daimao flashed in his mind, and a surge of anger took over. His Ikari form unconsciously activated, his eyes burning with rage. "Piccolo!" he shouted, lunging at Kami with a furious roar.
Before he could land his attack, a dark figure appeared in front of Kami. Mr. Popo intercepted Goku with beyond light speed, his expression a mix of irritation and dark amusement. With a swift, almost dismissive motion, he knocked the Saiyan out of his Ikari form, sending him sprawling across the ground.
"Goku, you idiot," Mr. Popo said, his tone dripping with mockery. "That's Kami, not Piccolo. Learn to tell the difference before I remind you of the pecking order."
Hinata, who had activated her Byakugan and stood ready to support Goku, let out a shaky breath. The face of Kami, so eerily similar to the demon who had killed her, had sent a chill down her spine. "Goku, calm down. This isn't Piccolo Daimao."
Goku, panting and slowly getting to his feet, looked at Kami with a mix of confusion and lingering anger. "But... how?"
Kami, maintaining his serene demeanor, stepped forward. "I should have known Korin would not explain because Korin thinks he is funny," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Goku, I am not Piccolo Daimao, though we are connected. We were once a single entity, but I split my essence in two to become the Guardian of Earth. Piccolo Daimao was my darker half."
Goku's anger began to subside, replaced by curiosity and realization. "So, you're... like his opposite?"
Kami nodded. "Exactly. And as a reward for your valiant efforts against Piccolo Daimao, I will recreate the moon and potentially strengthen the Dragon Balls to revive some of your long-deceased comrades. But only on one condition."
Goku, still catching his breath, looked up with determination. "What is it?"
"You must stay here on the Lookout for the next two to three years," Kami said, his voice firm. "You need to train and be ready to confront Piccolo Daimao's offspring, Piccolo Jr., whenever he makes his move."
Mr. Popo chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, this is going to be fun. Welcome to the real training, Goku. And you too, little girl," he said, turning to Hinata.
Hinata nodded. "We're ready."
Goku and Hinata exchanged glances and Akamaru barked, seeming to understand the gravity of the situation.
Kami placed a hand on Goku's shoulder. "You have the potential to become the greatest protector of Earth even beyond Mr. Popo, Goku. But you must be willing to learn and grow. Are you ready?"
Goku nodded. "I am. Let's do this."
As the sun set over Kami's Lookout, casting a golden glow over the serene gardens, Goku, Hinata, and Akamaru stood together, looking out at the horizon.
Mr. Popo approached them, his expression inscrutable. "Enjoy the view while you can. Tomorrow, the real training begins."
As the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, Goku, Hinata, and Akamaru stood at the edge of Kami's Lookout. The celestial palace floated high above the Earth, its intricate designs and lush gardens reflecting centuries of wisdom and formidable power. This sacred place was to be their training ground for the foreseeable future, a haven where they would confront their inner demons and physical limitations.
Mr. Popo, with his darkly humorous demeanor, had laid out the rules with brutal clarity once again. "Alright, maggots," he began, his voice dripping with mockery. "One more reminder of the pecking order. First, there's Popo. Then, there's Kami. Then Popo's stool. Then the dirt. Then the worms inside of the dirt. And then you. Any questions?"
Goku, still recovering from yesterday's lopsided defeat, nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I got it. We're at the bottom."
Mr. Popo chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming. "Good. Now, let's get started."
The first and perhaps most challenging rule was the complete prohibition of physical intimacy. Goku and Hinata, who had grown close through their shared battles and experiences over the years, were now forced to distance themselves emotionally and physically. Kami had made it clear that their relationship could become a distraction, and they needed to focus entirely on their training.
For the first few weeks, the strain was palpable. Goku and Hinata's mornings began with intense meditation sessions, designed to help them find inner peace and control over their desires. They sat cross-legged in the tranquil gardens of the Lookout, eyes closed, focusing on the rhythmic flow of their breaths. Mr. Popo, with his ever-watchful eyes, ensured they did not slack off.
"Breathe in… breathe out," Mr. Popo instructed, his tone uncharacteristically serene. "Feel the energy within you. Embrace it, control it. And if you mess up, I will beat your ass."
Hinata, despite her usual calm demeanor, found it difficult to suppress her emotions. The presence of Goku, even at a distance, stirred feelings she struggled to contain. But she steeled herself, knowing that this was a test she had to pass.
By midday, their training shifted to physical exercises. Goku was forced to suppress his ki to match Hinata's level, and the two engaged in relentless sparring sessions, blindfolded. Akamaru joined them, his keen senses making up for the lack of sight. The trio moved in a coordinated dance of strikes and counters, their movements fluid yet precise.
"Come on, you call that fighting?" Mr. Popo taunted, his voice echoing across the Lookout. "My grandmother hits harder than that, and she's been dead for centuries."
Goku gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face. "I'm trying, damn it!"
"Trying? TRYING?" Mr. Popo's laughter was almost maniacal. "Do or do not, there is no trying. Now, hit her, you pansy!"
Hinata, despite her blindfold, sensed Goku's frustration. She sidestepped his punch and delivered a gentle yet firm tap on his shoulder, reminding him to stay focused. "Goku, I need you to get ahold of yourself."
Goku nodded, taking a deep breath. "Right, sorry. Let's go again."
The days bled into weeks, each one a relentless cycle of meditation, sparring, and brutal training under Mr. Popo's watchful eye. There were no breaks, no indulgences. Meals were simple and nutritious, designed to fuel their bodies without overindulgence. There were no luxuries, only the harsh reality of their training.
In one particularly grueling session, Mr. Popo introduced a new exercise: balancing on wooden poles while blindfolded and sparring simultaneously. "Fall off, and you start over. From the beginning," he stated with a grin.
Goku, balancing precariously, muttered under his breath, "This is insane."
Hinata, her posture steady and controlled, responded calmly, "Focus, Goku. We can do this."
Their sparring was a blend of technique and instinct, each strike and counterstrike a testament to their growing synergy. Akamaru, leaping between poles, added an unpredictable element to their training, keeping them on their toes.
Despite the physical and emotional strain, both Goku and Hinata felt themselves quickly growing stronger. They were learning to harness their energy, to control their movements with precision and purpose. Mr. Popo's methods, though harsh and often terrifying, were effective.
One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, Mr. Popo gathered them for a moment of reflection. "You've survived this long, maggots. I'm almost impressed. Almost."
Goku, covered in bruises but still standing, managed a weak smile. "Thanks, I guess."
Mr. Popo's grin was wicked. "Don't get cocky, kid. You're still at the bottom. But you're not completely useless anymore."
Hinata bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Popo."
Mr. Popo waved her off dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just remember the pecking order."
As night fell, Goku and Hinata retreated to their separate quarters, exhaustion weighing heavily on their bodies.
In the quiet solitude of his room, Goku sat cross-legged, his mind wandering to the battles they had fought and the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that this was only the beginning, and that their training would only get tougher. Hinata, in her own room, meditated deeply, focusing on the energy within her. She felt a profound sense of clarity and purpose.
Two months into their intense training on Kami's Lookout, Goku and Hinata faced the most humbling challenge yet: fighting their respective dummy doppelgänger clones. These clones, created by Mr. Popo, were exact replicas of Goku and Hinata but without the mental constraints and unnecessary baggage that often hindered their true potential.
The clones moved with precision and ruthlessness, showing no hesitation or mercy. Goku found himself on the defensive against his own doppelgänger, who used every technique in his arsenal with terrifying efficiency. Every punch, kick, and ki blast was delivered with perfect timing and force.
"This clone... it's like fighting a perfect version of mysel!," Goku exclaimed as he barely dodged a rapid series of attacks. His clone didn't respond, its focus solely on dismantling Goku's defenses.
Meanwhile, Hinata faced her own doppelgänger, who mirrored her movements with uncanny accuracy. The clone's strikes were relentless, and without her Byakugan activated, she struggled mightily to keep up.
"This is... overwhelming," she thought, blocking a powerful palm strike that sent her skidding backward. Her clone pressed the attack, leaving her no time to recover.
The battle against their doppelgängers pushed Goku and Hinata to their limits. For every move they made, their clones had a counter. It was as if they were fighting themselves at their absolute peak, without the hesitation or doubt that often clouded their minds.
Hours passed, and both Goku and Hinata were left bruised and exhausted. They had managed to hold their own but couldn't land decisive blows on their clones. Eventually, Mr. Popo called a halt to the exercise.
"Not bad, maggots," Popo said, his usual mocking tone laced with a hint of approval. "But remember, your greatest enemy is often yourself. These clones show what you could be if you let go of your doubts and fears."
Goku and Hinata nodded, panting heavily. They had been humbled, but the experience ignited a greater flame within them.
Later, the training continued with a new set of challenges. Hinata was forced to wear a crown that attracted lightning, and she had to dodge every blast for hours on end. The crown was a cruel invention by Mr. Popo, designed to test her reflexes and intuition.
"Deactivate your Byakugan," Popo ordered. "You won't be able to rely on it for this."
Hinata complied, her vision narrowing to normal sight. She stood in the middle of the lookout, the crown crackling with energy. Suddenly, bolts of lightning began to rain down on her from all directions.
With her Byakugan deactivated, Hinata had to rely on her instincts and training. She moved swiftly, dodging the lightning bolts with graceful agility. Each time a bolt struck the ground where she had been standing, she felt the surge of electricity in the air, a constant reminder of the stakes.
"Keep moving, Hinata!" Goku shouted with his eyes closed from the sidelines, his voice filled with encouragement.
Hinata danced through the storm of lightning, her movements fluid and precise. Hours passed, and not a single bolt touched her. Her focus was absolute, her mind clear of distractions. She was in the zone, a state of perfect concentration.
Meanwhile, Goku faced his own challenge. Kami had tasked him with learning a deeper level of meditation to control his overwhelming power with intention and efficiency. He sat cross-legged on the lookout, his eyes closed, and his breathing steady.
"Feel the ki within you," Kami instructed. "Let it flow through you, but do not let it control you. You must become the master of your own power."
Goku's aura flared around him, the sheer intensity of his energy shaking the Lookout. He struggled to contain it, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. But slowly, he began to find a rhythm, a balance between control and release.
Hours turned into days as Goku delved deeper into his meditation. His aura became more stable, the wild energy within him tamed by his growing mastery. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, but it no longer threatened to overwhelm him.
After a week, Goku and Hinata switched roles. Hinata joined Kami for meditation, while Goku took on the lightning crown challenge. The transition was seamless, each of them applying the lessons they had learned from their previous training.
Hinata's meditation sessions with Kami helped her refine her control over her chakra. She also started to learn to harness the natural energy around her, blending it with her own chakra to slowly enhance her abilities. The process was meticulous, but Hinata's energy never wavered.
Goku, on the other hand, faced the lightning challenge with his usual enthusiasm. He dodged the bolts with incredible speed and precision, his instincts honed by years of battle and training. The crown buzzed with energy, but Goku moved through the storm with ease, his body a blur of motion.
Later, a random serene morning on Kami's Lookout was shattered by the booming voice of Mr. Popo. "Hey, maggot!" he bellowed, his tone a blend of mockery and menace. Goku and Hinata, in the middle of their meditation, snapped to attention.
"Yes, Mr. Popo?" Goku replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
Mr. Popo's grin widened. "I think you've forgotten the pecking order. So let me remind you."
With a swift kick, he sent Goku flying off the edge of the Lookout.
"Enjoy the climb back up... bitch!"
Hinata gasped, leaping to her feet, while Akamaru barked in alarm. Mr. Popo turned his dark eyes on them. "And don't think I've forgotten about you two. Remember your place, or you'll be joining him."
Goku tumbled through the air, the wind rushing past his ears. As he neared the ground, he regained his bearings and stopped his fall, hovering just above the trees. "Man, he really doesn't hold back," he muttered to himself. Looking towards the horizon, he decided to make use of his unexpected free time. "I guess I could check on things in Suna," he thought, and with that, he blasted off toward the desert village.
In mere moments, Goku arrived in Sunagakure, his speed surprising even him. He landed outside the bustling restaurant he and Chi-Chi had established. Pushing open the door, he was greeted by the sight of a packed dining area and the delicious aroma of food.
"Goku!" Chi-Chi called from behind the counter, her face lighting up with a smile. "What brings you here?"
"Just checking in," Goku replied, returning her smile. "Everything looks great. How's it going?"
Chi-Chi wiped her hands on her apron. "We're doing really well. The restaurant is a big hit. But what about you? How's the training?"
Goku's smile faltered slightly. "It's intense. Mr. Popo doesn't mess around. And I… I can't eat or… you know, please myself until I get the go ahead."
Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's... harsh."
"Yeah, but it's all part of breaking my limits," Goku said, determination hardening his features. "I just wanted to make sure everything here is running smoothly."
Chi-Chi nodded. "We're good here. You just focus on your training. We'll be fine."
Goku gave her a thumbs up before taking off again, this time heading to Capsule Corp. The journey took mere minutes, and he landed outside the massive building, greeted by the familiar sight of high-tech machinery and bustling activity.
Bulma spotted him and waved him over. "Goku! What a surprise. How's training with Kami?"
"Grueling," Goku admitted. "But I'm learning a lot. I'm here because I wanted to check in and see if there's anything you need."
Bulma grinned. "Actually, yes. I need you to deliver Gravity Rooms to each of the five villages. And tell Tenten to respond to my damn messages! She's been ghosting me for weeks."
Goku chuckled. "Got it. I'll take care of it."
With the instructions in mind, Goku made his deliveries, his speed allowing him to cross vast distances in no time.
His final stop was Tenten's lab. As he entered through the side window, he caught sight of Tenten and Neji sharing a passionate kiss.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt," Goku said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
Tenten pulled away, blushing. "Goku! What's up?"
"Bulma wanted me to tell you to respond to her messages," he explained.
Tenten nodded, composing herself. "Thanks, Goku. I'll get right on that."
Neji approached, extending a hand. "Good to see you, Goku. How's the training?"
"Intense," Goku repeated, shaking Neji's hand. "But I'm getting stronger. I better get back now. See you guys later."
With that, he took off again, marveling at just how much faster he had become. In no time, he was back at the Lookout, landing with a soft thud.
Hinata and Akamaru were waiting, along with Mr. Popo and Kami. Goku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, I had to run a few errands as the plug."
Mr. Popo's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Oh, you think you can just take off whenever you feel like it?"
Kami stepped forward, his expression serious. "Goku, you must understand the importance of your training here. Your dedication will determine the fate of this world."
Goku nodded, the weight of Kami's words sinking in. "I understand, Kami. I won't let you down."
Mr. Popo's grin widened. "Good. Now, let's get back to work. You still have a long way to go."
The next few weeks were a relentless cycle of training and discipline. Goku and Hinata's sparring sessions grew more intense, each bout a test of their endurance and skill. Blindfolded, they relied on their senses and instincts, honing their abilities to near perfection.
"Faster, maggots!" Mr. Popo barked during one session. "You think the enemy's gonna wait for you to find your balance?"
Goku, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth. "We're trying!"
Mr. Popo's laughter was cold and mocking. "Trying? TRYING? You either do it, or you fail. There is no trying here."
One evening, after a particularly grueling session, Mr. Popo gathered them. "You've survived this long, and you're starting to show some promise. But don't think for a second that you're anywhere near my level."
Kami watched from a distance, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and concern for their wellbeing. He saw the potential in both Goku and Hinata. They had come far, but their journey was just beginning.
Later in time, Goku and Hinata stood facing each other, both breathing heavily after a grueling sparring session. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across Kami's Lookout. Mr. Popo, with his ever-present sinister grin, watched from the sidelines.
"Is that the best you can do, maggots?" Mr. Popo taunted. "You're both weak."
Goku wiped sweat from his brow, frustration boiling over. "We're trying our best, Mr. Popo!"
Hinata's usually calm demeanor was cracking. "Goku, you're being too aggressive! This isn't just training or sparring or trying to learn anymore, it feels like you're genuinely trying to hurt me."
Goku's eyes narrowed. "We're here to get stronger, Hinata. This isn't a vacation or some love affair. We can't afford to be soft. Do you want another Piccolo Daimao situation?"
Hinata's face hardened. "Being stronger doesn't mean we have to be like this! We're supposed to be a team, Goku. We're supposed to support each other."
Goku's frustration spilled over. "A team? I'm not even human, Hinata! Look at us! I'm leagues ahead of you in strength. If you don't get stronger, I'll have to keep worrying about you in every fight!"
Hinata's eyes flared. "Piccolo Daimao is gone! So is Orochimaru, Kabuto, the Akatsuki, and the Red Ribbon Army! Who else is a threat to us now? Sasuke losing his mind again?"
Mr. Popo's voice cut through the tension. "Hi."
Goku pointed at Mr. Popo emphatically. "Our biggest threat is right here, Hinata! And who's to say others like him won't show up? I'm Son Goku. This is my story. The worst is probably still ahead."
Hinata's eyes narrowed. "That doesn't excuse the way you're treating me. We're supposed to be in love, Goku. But right now, it feels like you don't care."
Goku's voice softened, conflicted. "I do care, Hinata. I just… I don't know if I'm in love. I'm not even sure what that means."
Hinata's expression froze, her eyes wide with shock. She turned away, looking at the stars.
"Until you're sure, don't consider us boyfriend and girlfriend. We're rivals, Goku. Nothing more."
With that, she walked away to tend to a resting Akamaru, leaving Goku standing alone. He didn't know how to feel, so he simply sat at the edge of the lookout, cross-legged, closing his eyes to feel the cold air on his skin.
As the night deepened, Kami approached, his presence serene and wise. "Goku, Hinata. You both have much to learn, not just in strength but in understanding yourselves and each other."
Goku opened his eyes, looking at Kami. "I'm sorry, Kami. I just… I don't want to lose anyone else."
Kami nodded. "Fear of loss is natural, but it must not cloud your judgment. Trust in Hinata's strength and focus on your own growth."
Goku sighed, nodding. "I'll try, Kami."
Meanwhile, Hinata sat beside Akamaru, stroking his fur as she fought back tears. She knew Goku was right about needing to get stronger, but the way he was pushing her was tearing them apart.
Mr. Popo's voice echoed across the Lookout, dark and mocking. "Welcome to the real world, maggots. Love doesn't conquer all. Strength does. Now get up and get back to training."
Hinata stood, wiping her eyes. "Yes, Mr. Popo."
Goku joined her, his expression resolute. They faced each other once more, ready to push beyond their limits.
As the weeks passed, the tension between them remained. Each sparring session was a test of their will, pushing them to the brink. Goku's relentless drive and Hinata's confidence clashed, creating a fierce rivalry that fueled their growth.
During one particularly brutal session, Goku finally snapped. "Why can't you keep up yet, Hinata?!"
Hinata's responded in kind. "I'm trying, Goku. But maybe if you didn't treat me like I was you, I could show you what I'm capable of!"
Their voices echoed across the Lookout, the intensity of their emotions palpable. Mr. Popo watched with a bemused expression, enjoying the spectacle.
"You're both pathetic," he sneered. "Do you really think this is how you're going to get stronger? By fighting each other?"
Goku and Hinata glared at Mr. Popo, but his words hit home. One night, after another exhausting day of training, the Saiyan found the Hyuga sitting alone, staring at the stars. He approached her cautiously.
"Hina… I'm sorry. I know I've been hard on you. I just… I need you to be strong. I can't do this alone."
Hinata looked at him, her eyes softening. "I know, Goku. And I will get stronger. But we need to trust in our progress and training."
Goku nodded, a small smile breaking through his recently stern exterior. "I agree. Rivals, but also kinda partners."
Hinata smiled back, the friction between them easing. Slightly. They still had a long way to go, but for the first time in weeks, they felt a glimmer of hope.
Mr. Popo's voice cut through the night. "Enough of this sentimental crap. Go to sleep or get back to training."
Eight months into the training, Goku found himself in a strange, vivid dream. It began innocently enough—he was sparring with Hinata on the Lookout, but something was different. The intensity between them grew, not just in their fighting but in the way they looked at each other. Suddenly, the sparring turned into something more intimate, and Goku woke up with a start, his body reacting in ways he hadn't experienced before. He sat up, confused and embarrassed, the dampness and erecting a stark reminder of his manhood.
Kami's instructions to resist their temptations now made sense. Goku realized that these urges were a weakness, something that could be exploited. The more they resisted, the stronger they would become, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. This understanding, however, did little to quell the frustration and confusion he felt.
A few weeks later, Hinata experienced something similar. Her dream began with her training, pushing herself to her limits. Goku was there, encouraging her, their rivalry potent. But then, the lines blurred, and the intense focus on training shifted to something far more intimate and sexual. She woke up, her heart pounding, her body betraying her disciplined mind as her oasis was wet.
As time passed, these dreams became more frequent for both of them. The struggle to maintain control was an uphill battle, and the dreams often left them feeling more tired and agitated than their physical training ever did. The urges they fought to suppress during the day seemed to manifest with even greater intensity in their sleep.
Goku found that even Ino, whom he hadn't even thought about in a long time, began to appear in his dreams. These nocturnal visions left him waking up in a mix of guilt and confusion. It was clear that their journey to master themselves was far from over, and the mental aspect of their training was proving to be just as challenging as the physical.
One night, after another particularly vivid dream, Goku confided in Hinata during their evening meditation session.
"Hinata, have you been...having dreams too?"
Hinata looked at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes, I have. It's been hard to keep focused with these... distractions."
Goku nodded. "It's like the more we try to resist, the stronger the urges get. Kami knew what he was doing, making us resist. It's supposed to make us stronger, right?"
"Hai," Hinata replied, her voice soft. "But it's not easy. I feel like every night is a battle I can't control."
"We just have to keep pushing," Goku said, trying to muster as much confidence as he could. "We can't let these dreams get the best of us. We have to master every part of ourselves, even if it means fighting our own minds."
Hinata smiled weakly. "You're right. We can do this. We have to."
The nights continued to be a battleground for both Goku and Hinata, but they began to find solace in sharing their struggles with each other. Despite the unspoken desires, their mutual understanding of the situation brought them closer in a different way. It wasn't about romance anymore; it was about survival, discipline, and mastery.
Ten months had passed since Goku and Hinata began their intense training on Kami's Lookout. The days blurred into each other, a cycle of sparring, meditation, and pushing their limits. The monotony of the routine was a constant challenge, but the two warriors were determined to become stronger.
One clear afternoon, Mr. Popo stood observing Goku and Hinata from a distance. "Alright, maggots," he called out, his voice dripping with dark humor. "Time to see if you can handle something different. Goku, use your Ikari ki to give Hinata a taste of real power. Let's see if the little princess can handle it."
Goku glanced at Hinata, who nodded firmly. This was serious business, and there was no room for romance or hesitation.
He drew upon the power of his Ikari form via diving into his innate rage, his muscles bulging as his aura flared. "Get ready, Hinata," he warned. "This is going to feel intense."
As Goku channeled his energy, Hinata felt the raw power of his ki envelop her. She focused, trying to draw on this foreign energy and channel it through her own chakra network. Her hands trembled slightly as she attempted to form a ki blast.
"Focus, Hinata!" Goku encouraged, his voice strained with effort. "You can do this!"
Hinata closed her eyes, drawing on the techniques she had learned. Her Vacuum Palms and Lion Fists began to morph, the chakra around her hands shifting into potent waves of energy. She thrust her hands forward, and a devastating wave of chakra blasted out, creating a shockwave that rattled the Lookout.
Mr. Popo chuckled darkly. "Not bad, but don't get cocky. Ki is pure power, while your chakra is more... delicate. Let's see if you can keep this up."
Hinata gritted her teeth, feeling the strain on her body. She tried to fly, using the ki infused by Goku, but the effort was draining. She could lift off the ground, but maintaining flight was a different story. After a few moments, she descended back, panting heavily.
"This... this is harder than I thought," Hinata admitted, her voice laced with frustration.
Goku landed beside her. "Chakra wasn't meant to be used like ki," he said. "But you're doing great. Just keep pushing."
Hinata nodded, her lavender eyes shining. "I won't give up. I'll find a way to make this work."
Mr. Popo's laughter echoed through the Lookout. "Oh, this is rich! You really think you can master this just by willpower? Adorable."
Hinata ignored him, focusing on her training. She tried again, channeling her chakra into powerful blasts. Each attempt drained her, but she refused to back down. Akamaru, standing by her side, barked encouragingly.
Goku watched, knowing how tough this was for her, but he also knew that this was necessary. They had to push beyond their limits if they were going to face the threats that potentially lay ahead.
His father's ominous message of some Freezer guy was still prevalent in his mind...
After hours of grueling effort, Hinata collapsed to her knees, exhausted. Goku deactivated his Ikari ki, kneeling beside her. "You did amazing, Hinata," he said softly. "You've come so far."
Hinata looked up at him, sweat dripping down her face. "But it's still not enough, is it? I can't even fly without your ki."
Goku shook his head. "You're stronger than you think. Chakra might not be as flexible as ki, but you've made it work. Just keep going."
Mr. Popo approached them. "You two are quite the pair. But remember, you're not here to be friends or anything sentimental. You're here to get stronger. So get back to it."
As the days turned into weeks, their training intensified. Goku continued to use his Ikari ki to help Hinata understand the nature of energy manipulation. She learned to create more powerful chakra constructs, refining her techniques with every session.
One evening, as they rested after a particularly brutal training session, Hinata turned to Goku. "Do you ever wonder if we're pushing too hard?"
Goku shrugged. "Maybe. But we don't have a choice. We have to be ready for whatever comes next."
Hinata sighed, her expression thoughtful. "I just hope it's worth it."
Goku gave her a reassuring smile. "It will be. We're getting stronger every day. We'll be ready."
Mr. Popo's voice cut through the air, dark and mocking. "Enough of this touching moment. Back to training. You think the universe cares about your feelings? Get stronger or get left behind."
Months passed, and their skills continued to grow. Goku's ki control became more refined, while Hinata's chakra techniques became more powerful and versatile. They learned to work together, complementing each other's strengths and covering each other's weaknesses as rivals, as partners, and as warriors destined to protect the Earth.
A year had passed since Goku and Hinata began their arduous training under Kami's guidance. The transformation in both was profound, their strength exponentially increased, though for entirely different reasons.
Hinata's progress was particularly notable. Her physical and spiritual aspects of chakra had grown leaps and bounds, due to daily combat and diverse, intense training regimens. She fought blindfolded, battled a dummy clone of herself, and faced Son Goku, all while adapting to new forms of combat. Her routine included dodging lightning, manipulating her chakra like ki, and sensing Akamaru's presence as he mock-hunted her. Through fasting and resisting temptations regarding Goku, Hinata had evolved into a legitimate martial artist.
Hinata's training outfit consisted of a tight black bodysuit, enhancing her movement and flexibility. Her hair, now longer, was tied back into a high ponytail, keeping it out of her face during combat. She had traded her traditional kunoichi attire for something more practical, highlighting her shift from a ninja to a martial artist.
Goku's growth was more about refining his already immense power. His ki control had reached unparalleled levels, making him the second strongest being on Earth by a wide margin, second only to Mr. Popo. His physical gains came from fighting a dummy version of himself and Hinata while heavily suppressed, honing his senses, and constant meditation. Goku's training outfit was a simple gi, tattered from countless battles. Despite his immense strength, he still struggled with activating his Ikari form from a calm state of mind, a challenge Kami had set for him.
Despite the intensity of their training, the forced separation from physical intimacy and the need to focus purely on their growth created an underlying tension despite their best efforts. Both were fifteen now, and the natural changes in their bodies and emotions only made their task harder.
"Alright, maggots," Mr. Popo called out, his voice dripping with dark humor. "Another day, another chance for you to not disappoint me. Let's see if you can manage that today."
Goku and Hinata stood ready, their expressions serious. Mr. Popo's abrasive personality had become a constant, his darkly comedic remarks a regular part of their routine.
As they sparred, the intensity of their training was evident. Goku held back his power, matching Hinata's level, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Hinata, blindfolded, relied on her other senses to keep up with Goku, her chakra enhancing her movements and attacks.
"Focus, Hinata!" Goku shouted, his voice strained with effort.
Hinata's strikes were sharp and precise, her new techniques integrating seamlessly into her combat style. Her Vacuum Palms and Lion Fists had transformed into potent waves of chakra, powerful and devastating.
Mr. Popo watched, a sinister grin on his face. "Not bad, but you're still miles away from being anything impressive. Goku, stop holding back like a wimp."
Goku grimaced but complied, increasing his speed and power slightly. Despite this, Hinata managed to keep up, her tenacity evident in every move.
As they continued, Goku suddenly powered uo further, his muscles bulging and his aura flaring. The ground beneath them cracked under the pressure of his power. Hinata was pushed to her limits, forced to adapt and react with split-second precision.
"Come on, Hinata!" Goku urged, his voice a mix of frustration and encouragement. "You need to push harder!"
Hinata responded with a surge of chakra, her attacks growing more powerful. The strain was immense, but she refused to back down. The air crackled with energy as their battle reached a fever pitch.
"Enough!" Mr. Popo's voice cut through the air, and they both stopped, panting heavily. "You're both still pathetic."
Goku deactivated his lesser but still heavily suppressed power, his breathing heavy. He looked at Hinata, who was equally exhausted. "You did great, Hinata. You're really getting stronger."
Hinata nodded, wiping sweat from her brow. "Thanks, Goku. But I know I still have a long way to go."
The days to follow were grueling, each one a test of their limits. Goku's ki control continued to improve, his power growing more refined and deadly. He could sense ki signatures across vast distances beyond even the scope of Earth, and his physical abilities were amplified to incredible levels. The frustration of not being able to activate his Ikari form from a calm state still lingered, but it drove him to push harder.
Hinata's transformation was even more striking. She had become a true martial artist, her techniques honed to low level of perfection. The challenge of not using her Byakugan had forced her to adapt in ways she never thought possible. Her chakra control was even more impeccable, and her new abilities made her quite the formidable fighter.
Goku and Hinata entered the Pendulum Room, the air heavy with the anticipation of the trials that awaited them. The room was a vast, featureless expanse, its walls and floors shimmering with a spectral energy that could warp time and space. This was the realm where they would face one of their most daunting challenges yet: confronting a version of Piccolo Daimao from over three centuries ago, a time when his malevolent reign stretched across the world.
Hinata's usual calm demeanor was overshadowed by a flicker of unease. Her mind churned with the haunting memory of Piccolo Daimao's earlier attack, the vision of him blasting a hole through her chest while she lay helpless. She tried to suppress her anxiety, but the shadow of past trauma loomed large.
Goku, ever the picture of casual confidence, had his vision obscured by a blindfold, a challenge that only heightened the difficulty of their task. His ki was heavily suppressed once more, forcing him to rely on skill and strategy rather than raw power. His mission was clear: assist Hinata and eliminate Piccolo Daimao and his demon minions.
The scene began to shift, and they found themselves in a dystopian landscape. The sky was perpetually overcast, casting an oppressive gloom over the ruined cityscape that stretched out before them. The remnants of what might have been a vibrant civilization now lay in ruins, a testament to the tyrannical reign of Piccolo Daimao. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the ominous hum of distant demonic activity.
A hulking figure emerged from the shadows, his presence exuding menace. Piccolo Daimao, in his prime and at the height of his power, loomed before them. His green skin glistened ominously, his eyes burning with malevolent intent. He had never encountered Goku or Hinata, but his presence alone was a chilling reminder of the terror he once wielded.
Hinata's breath quickened as she saw the monster before her. The memories of her previous encounter with him surged back, and her hands trembled slightly. The sight of Piccolo Daimao's imposing figure was a stark reminder of her past vulnerability. She took a step back, her mentality wavering.
Goku, sensing her hesitation, removed his blindfold slightly to see the troubled expression on Hinata's face. He could sense her fear and frustration. With a voice laced with urgency, he shouted, "Hinata, you've faced worse than this! You can't let your fears paralyze you now. We're not here to cower—we're here to win. Remember that!"
Hinata's eyes flickered with conflict, her gaze locking onto Piccolo Daimao. She tried to steady her breathing, her fear battling against the need to act. She clenched her fists, her resolve slowly rekindling. "I... I can't let him win," she muttered, mainly to herself.
Goku, seeing the struggle within her, pressed on, his tone more insistent. "Think of what he did to you before. He's nothing but a monster who's nothing compared to what you've become. You're stronger now. We bith know it. Damnit, you've trained harder than anyone could imagine. Show that bastard you're not afraid anymore."
Hinata closed her eyes for a moment, drawing on her training and her inner strength. She shook her head, clearing the fog of fear. "You're right," she said, her voice firming. "I'm not going to let him haunt me. I'm going to take him down."
Piccolo Daimao, noticing the exchange, sneered. "So, you've decided to fight, have you? How amusing. I'll relish tearing you apart."
Without further hesitation, Hinata charged forward. She unleashed a series of rapid, precise attacks, her movements a blur of calculated fury. Her taijutsu, refined through countless hours of training, struck with deadly accuracy. Each punch, kick, and strike was executed with purpose, her fear now transformed into raw, focused aggression.
Goku, meanwhile, turned his attention to the legion of demons that flew around, attempting to aid their master. He moved with an effortless grace, his senses finely attuned to their movements despite the blindfold. He used his ki to create shockwaves that pushed back the demons, his movements a chaotic ballet of strength and precision.
The demons, while numerous, were no match for Goku's enhanced abilities. He dispatched them with a combination of energy blasts and close combat, his suppressed power still more than enough to handle the swarms of creatures. The Pendulum Room's nature allowed the demons to revive, adding to the challenge. Goku and Hinata's fight was not just a test of strength, but of endurance and adaptability.
Hinata, consumed by her vengeance, focused solely on Piccolo Daimao. Her strikes were relentless, her attacks fluid and unyielding. She maneuvered around Piccolo Daimao's counterattacks with a grace born of her extensive training, landing blows that would have incapacitated any lesser foe.
The room echoed with the sounds of combat: the clash of fists, the roar of demons, and the occasional crackle of ki blasts. The battle raged on, the dynamic shifting as both Goku and Hinata adapted their strategies to the unrelenting onslaught of their enemies. They faced the relentless challenge with grimness, each victory hard-won as the Pendulum Room revived their foes time and again.
Piccolo Daimao roared in frustration as Hinata's relentless assault demolished him for the umpteenth time. His regeneration was impressive, but it could not keep up with the sheer intensity of Hinata's rage-fueled onslaught. With every blow, she seemed to channel a part of her trauma into a powerful, cathartic release.
Goku, sensing the shift in the tide, redoubled his efforts against the demon horde. His energy attacks became more focused, his movements more precise. He adapted his tactics to counter the ever-resilient demons, using a combination of brute force and tactical acumen to overwhelm them.
As the battle wore on, the toll on both fighters became evident. Sweat poured down their faces, their breathing ragged, but their spirits remained unbroken. Each round of combat was a test of their stamina, pushing them to their limits.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mr. Popo's voice echoed through the Pendulum Room, cutting through the chaos. "Alright, that's enough of your little struggle fest. I've had my entertainment. Time to pull you back to reality."
The room's oppressive atmosphere dissipated, and the battlefield faded. Goku and Hinata found themselves back in the familiar surroundings of the Pendulum Room.
Goku removed his blindfold. "That was intense," he said. "Nice work."
Hinata gave a nod of acknowledgment. "Thank you, you too."
Later in the time skip, Goku and Hinata stood before the entrance of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a place where time moved differently—a year inside equated to only a day outside. Mr. Popo loomed over them, adding to the gravity of the situation.
"Remember the pecking order," he sneered. "You're at the bottom, always. Get in there and see if you can handle it."
The door to the chamber opened, and they stepped inside, the vast white expanse stretching infinitely in every direction. It was a world of extremes—ranging from searing heat, to blistering cold, and the gravity was ten times that of Earth. They would face relentless challenges here, pushing their bodies and minds to the brink.
The first few days were a shock to their systems. The heat on one side was oppressive, causing sweat to pour from their bodies as they trained. The cold on the other was equally brutal, seeping into their bones and making every movement a test of willpower. But they pushed through, driven by their determination to grow stronger.
"Stop holding back, Hinata!" Goku yelled, his voice echoing in the endless whiteness. "If you don't give it your all, you'll never get stronger!"
Hinata gritted her teeth. "I am giving it my all, Goku! You're just too strong!"
Goku's face hardened, a intensity in his usually carefree demeanor. "That's not an excuse. You need to push past your limits. Use everything you've got!"
Their sparring sessions were brutal. Goku, blindfolded and heavily suppressed, faced off against Hinata, who was also blindfolded and forbidden from using her Byakugan. Every day, they clashed in a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and energy blasts. Goku goaded Hinata, pushing her to the brink of her abilities.
"Is that all you've got?" Goku taunted, sidestepping a powerful strike. "You'll never beat me like this!"
Hinata's frustration boiled over, and she unleashed a flurry of attacks, her chakra surging with each strike. Goku matched her blow for blow, never giving an inch.
Days turned into weeks, and their bodies adapted to the harsh environment. They trained in the searing heat, honing their endurance and resilience. They battled in the blistering cold, testing their mental fortitude. The constant strain pushed them to their limits, but they persevered, driven by their mutual goal of becoming stronger.
The monotony of the chamber took its toll on their minds. The endless white expanse was disorienting, making it difficult to maintain focus. They developed routines to keep themselves grounded, incorporating meditation and storytelling into their daily lives.
One particularly harsh day, as they trained in the blistering cold, Hinata snapped. "Stop taking it easy on me! I don't need your pity!"
Goku, his breath visible in the freezing air, removed his blindfold. "Fine," he said, his voice cold. "Take off your blindfold and use your Byakugan. Show me what you've got."
Hinata hesitated, then activated her Byakugan. With her enhanced vision, she could see Goku's movements more clearly, but even then, he was too fast, too strong. He fought with one hand, barely exerting himself, and still, she couldn't land a single blow.
Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. "I can't... I can't touch you..."
Goku's expression softened for a moment, then hardened again. He grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt, lifting her to eye level. "You'll never beat me if you keep doubting yourself. You're strong, Hinata. But you need to believe it. Stop comparing yourself to me and focus on being the best you can be."
At that moment, Akamaru barked and leaped at Goku, striking him in the gut and forcing him to release Hinata. The loyal dog stood protectively in front of his master, growling at Goku.
Goku grinned as he looked at Akamaru. "See, Hinata? Even Akamaru gets it. He fights with everything he's got, without hesitation or thoughts of being less than. You gotta do the same."
Hinata took a deep breath, focusing her chakra. He was right: she needed to further let go of her doubts and fears and allow her chakra to flow freely. Slowly, her movements became more fluid, her strikes more precise. She eventually pushed Goku to use his finger along with his knees, but still, he remained ahead.
Finally, exhausted and emotionally drained, Hinata collapsed to her knees. Goku walked over and offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. "You did great," he said softly. "You're getting better every day."
The Hyperbolic Time Chamber tested them in ways they had never imagined...