Post by Nudoru on Jun 27, 2008 23:30:32 GMT -5
Training, otherwise known as something everyone must do, weak or strong, to gain power. Abilities as well, though, gaining something usually always happens. With a short training session, very little can be gained, due to the fact that almost no work could occur. While a longer training session could get you places. Higher power level, endurance, the works. Most of the time, many Saiyans will train to the brink, using their special ability to become stronger. Simply idiotic, in a sense. Why train until death when you could just train to your absolute limit, and then some?
These exact thoughts, were the one’s going through a young Saiyans mind as he slowly made his way down one of the many hallways on the compound. The typical saiyan child, strong headed, with lots of goals for power and domination. Though, one point that should be made clear, is the difference between him, and quite a few others. Nudoru was dumb, yes, dumb. Not the sharpest nail in the box, that sort of thing. This was only because he made so many small mistakes, such as leaving his weak point completely defenseless, or simply using too much power at once. Each being a rookie mistake, and all things that needed to be worked on. If he ever wished to become more accomplished, that is.
Any normal training wouldn’t suffice, not to this one. There needed to be strain, a constant block in his way that he had to overcome. So, first goal, simply learn to stop making so many little mistakes in battle. Though, he’d need to get a bit stronger before taking on anyone in a serious fight. That wouldn’t be too smart of him, therefore defeating the purpose altogether.
His reason for walking down this particular way, was to go to one special little room. A room some liked to call, the gravity chamber. This room, of course, was created for the purpose of training at different gravity levels. Being able to increase it greatly so the one inside got quite the work-out before they decided to leave. Simple things were done in there, punching, kicking, or simply getting strong enough to endure a certain pressure level. The perfect place for strong and weak fighters alike to sharpen their skills.
Entering the chamber, Nudoru instructed the one monitoring on the outside, to turn the gravity up a bit. Just about three times the normal percentage on Vegeta, a pretty simple place to start for anyone of a lower level. Once used to this gravity completely, whether it be by the next day of training, or later on in this session, he’ll tell him to increase it once again. This is the way this training would work. Once his body was used to the strain, he’d make it so the comfort level completely disappeared. Of course though, this would go on for quite some time, so not too much would be done in each of the individual sessions.
The clothing that weighted him down only slightly, seemed to react a lot more than the rest of his body. The gravity strain was immense, even moving at all required much work. Though, turning down the gravity at this point would just be pointless, and yet again, he was too stubborn to even consider it. Because of the intensity, Nudoru simply began doing common stretches. Over-arm stretch, then down to his toes, stretching out his legs, Etc... Such simple things normally, but not when such pressure was put onto you. Especially if you hadn’t really ever done anything like this before.
Powering up, just about as much as he possibly could, the ground barely shook. Pathetic, simply pathetic. He’d have to work on that, and make sure that by the time this training was over, people would quiver in fear at the very thought of him beginning to power up for a fight. The idea was, to train to his limit. So, with that in mind, it seemed correct to use up a lot of his energy first, and then simply keep on going until he was forced to stop, rest, and then come back another day for more training. Most likely tomorrow, or even later on in the day if he could recuperate quickly enough.
Because of all of the slow, simple training he had usually encountered throughout his life, Nudoru wasn’t exactly completely prepared for the feeling he was going to experience as soon as he began to actually move around. Perhaps it was just the sudden change in gravity a few minutes ago, but as soon as he had attempted to move a couple of steps, Nudoru had already began to feel extreme discomfort. Geez, training in these conditions would surely be a whoot. Simply going on with a barage of kicks and punches would be good enough for now, though, as the Gravity began to loosen, he believed he was starting to get used to it. Speeding up those simple attacks. A good start to a full day of training, which did seem to be what was in store for this kid.
Mind you, even if it would seem as all of these accomplishments were occurring quickly, it had actually taken up quite some bit of time. A couple of hours or so, just to begin to get used to the conditions. And even after this time, it didn’t seem to surpass the turtle speed level. Deciding that it was time to walk on the treadmill, he made his inching way over to one. Though, before even bothering to give it a second glance, Nudoru pounded to the ground. Grasping a small bottle of water, and taking a chug. Ahh, refreshing, especially after all of that work. It didn’t even seem as if he were sweating bullets, more like watermelons.
A good twenty minutes passed, the young Saiyan already lying on his back, still breathing heavily even after all of that rest. Most would have called it a day at that point, saying it was a good start to training, going back to their beds to rest. Though, we all know this child better, now don’t we? There was no chance this little one was going to stop at this point. Nope, not yet at least. “Come on weakling, get yourself up...this is no time to just be laying around when there are important things to be done....”
Groggily sitting himself up, he strived to stand. Eventually getting back to his stance. His bones hurt, joints aching, and each and every muscle pounding with a pleading sort of pulse, hoping that all of this horrid training would end. His brain though, would not let up, sheer determination...or idiocy. Either way it was the same, sort of.
Starting the Treadmill on it’s lowest setting, he began to walk, just about as fast as he possibly could have with the gravity enhanced. Which, of course, wasn’t very fast at all, by any normal standards. Though just about another hour had passed, it seemed like days, so much sweat, so many numb limbs. That was it, his limit, gone, no energy what-so-ever. Even his eye-lids couldn’t fully hold themselves up, half-way closed as he turned off the machine he had been working on. Wow, such a harsh day, sometimes it makes me wonder if small bodies were ever meant to work themselves like that. But in all honestly, if that is what it was going to take to become a powerful Saiyan, one to be respected and feared, then so be it. Trivial things, such as trials of the body were nothing compared to the dreams a child could have in their head.
Even if those dreams did include killing, domination, and complete power. But hey, were all a little different when it comes to what we want, and the thoughts of this child in particular had drastically changed from when he had first entered that room. Now, the only thing on his mind as he laid his black haired head down on the bed in his room, were in fact, his dreams.
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These exact thoughts, were the one’s going through a young Saiyans mind as he slowly made his way down one of the many hallways on the compound. The typical saiyan child, strong headed, with lots of goals for power and domination. Though, one point that should be made clear, is the difference between him, and quite a few others. Nudoru was dumb, yes, dumb. Not the sharpest nail in the box, that sort of thing. This was only because he made so many small mistakes, such as leaving his weak point completely defenseless, or simply using too much power at once. Each being a rookie mistake, and all things that needed to be worked on. If he ever wished to become more accomplished, that is.
Any normal training wouldn’t suffice, not to this one. There needed to be strain, a constant block in his way that he had to overcome. So, first goal, simply learn to stop making so many little mistakes in battle. Though, he’d need to get a bit stronger before taking on anyone in a serious fight. That wouldn’t be too smart of him, therefore defeating the purpose altogether.
His reason for walking down this particular way, was to go to one special little room. A room some liked to call, the gravity chamber. This room, of course, was created for the purpose of training at different gravity levels. Being able to increase it greatly so the one inside got quite the work-out before they decided to leave. Simple things were done in there, punching, kicking, or simply getting strong enough to endure a certain pressure level. The perfect place for strong and weak fighters alike to sharpen their skills.
Entering the chamber, Nudoru instructed the one monitoring on the outside, to turn the gravity up a bit. Just about three times the normal percentage on Vegeta, a pretty simple place to start for anyone of a lower level. Once used to this gravity completely, whether it be by the next day of training, or later on in this session, he’ll tell him to increase it once again. This is the way this training would work. Once his body was used to the strain, he’d make it so the comfort level completely disappeared. Of course though, this would go on for quite some time, so not too much would be done in each of the individual sessions.
The clothing that weighted him down only slightly, seemed to react a lot more than the rest of his body. The gravity strain was immense, even moving at all required much work. Though, turning down the gravity at this point would just be pointless, and yet again, he was too stubborn to even consider it. Because of the intensity, Nudoru simply began doing common stretches. Over-arm stretch, then down to his toes, stretching out his legs, Etc... Such simple things normally, but not when such pressure was put onto you. Especially if you hadn’t really ever done anything like this before.
Powering up, just about as much as he possibly could, the ground barely shook. Pathetic, simply pathetic. He’d have to work on that, and make sure that by the time this training was over, people would quiver in fear at the very thought of him beginning to power up for a fight. The idea was, to train to his limit. So, with that in mind, it seemed correct to use up a lot of his energy first, and then simply keep on going until he was forced to stop, rest, and then come back another day for more training. Most likely tomorrow, or even later on in the day if he could recuperate quickly enough.
Because of all of the slow, simple training he had usually encountered throughout his life, Nudoru wasn’t exactly completely prepared for the feeling he was going to experience as soon as he began to actually move around. Perhaps it was just the sudden change in gravity a few minutes ago, but as soon as he had attempted to move a couple of steps, Nudoru had already began to feel extreme discomfort. Geez, training in these conditions would surely be a whoot. Simply going on with a barage of kicks and punches would be good enough for now, though, as the Gravity began to loosen, he believed he was starting to get used to it. Speeding up those simple attacks. A good start to a full day of training, which did seem to be what was in store for this kid.
Mind you, even if it would seem as all of these accomplishments were occurring quickly, it had actually taken up quite some bit of time. A couple of hours or so, just to begin to get used to the conditions. And even after this time, it didn’t seem to surpass the turtle speed level. Deciding that it was time to walk on the treadmill, he made his inching way over to one. Though, before even bothering to give it a second glance, Nudoru pounded to the ground. Grasping a small bottle of water, and taking a chug. Ahh, refreshing, especially after all of that work. It didn’t even seem as if he were sweating bullets, more like watermelons.
A good twenty minutes passed, the young Saiyan already lying on his back, still breathing heavily even after all of that rest. Most would have called it a day at that point, saying it was a good start to training, going back to their beds to rest. Though, we all know this child better, now don’t we? There was no chance this little one was going to stop at this point. Nope, not yet at least. “Come on weakling, get yourself up...this is no time to just be laying around when there are important things to be done....”
Groggily sitting himself up, he strived to stand. Eventually getting back to his stance. His bones hurt, joints aching, and each and every muscle pounding with a pleading sort of pulse, hoping that all of this horrid training would end. His brain though, would not let up, sheer determination...or idiocy. Either way it was the same, sort of.
Starting the Treadmill on it’s lowest setting, he began to walk, just about as fast as he possibly could have with the gravity enhanced. Which, of course, wasn’t very fast at all, by any normal standards. Though just about another hour had passed, it seemed like days, so much sweat, so many numb limbs. That was it, his limit, gone, no energy what-so-ever. Even his eye-lids couldn’t fully hold themselves up, half-way closed as he turned off the machine he had been working on. Wow, such a harsh day, sometimes it makes me wonder if small bodies were ever meant to work themselves like that. But in all honestly, if that is what it was going to take to become a powerful Saiyan, one to be respected and feared, then so be it. Trivial things, such as trials of the body were nothing compared to the dreams a child could have in their head.
Even if those dreams did include killing, domination, and complete power. But hey, were all a little different when it comes to what we want, and the thoughts of this child in particular had drastically changed from when he had first entered that room. Now, the only thing on his mind as he laid his black haired head down on the bed in his room, were in fact, his dreams.
Word Count; 1354
