I apologize for the mistake. I swear I thought I had sent the chapter in English.
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Amidst a mountain with a strangely flat ground, resembling a rudimentary arena, a shirtless boy, his body drenched in sweat, is doing push-ups with a metal backpack on his back. The boy continues even as the rock beneath him cracks under the weight he carries.
"Two hundred and ninety-seven, two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred." After recovering from the fight against the Saibaman and healing completely, my power level increased to 1239. I'm already as strong as Raditz, but that was a month ago. During that time, I've been receiving training from my mom every day. I've already learned to fly and how to launch more effective energy attacks. She gave me a kind of glasses that analyzes my fighting style and creates a virtual reality copy of me for me to fight. However, I haven't fought any other real opponents besides the first Saibaman yet.
Using these simulation glasses, I can confidently say that I can already defeat my old self quickly.
At the end of each day, I do physical exercises with the body weights I asked my mother for, like the backpack I'm using to simulate Master Roshi's turtle shell. Therefore, I believe I am a little stronger than I was a month ago.
"Four hundred and six, four hundred and seven…."
"Leekon, that's enough, come here." I hear my mother calling me, so I walk towards her, keeping the heavy backpack on my back. "Yes, Mom, what is it?"
"I spoke with the engineers and found one willing to teach you how to build a spaceship."
"REALLY??? THANK YOU SO MUCH, MOM." She giggles and runs her hand through my hair, messing it up. "I don't know why you want to learn that being a warrior, but okay." I just smile at her. We've gotten much closer in the last month, and that's how long it took me to convince her to arrange someone to teach me. Besides, she took such good care of me that I would feel like an idiot if I didn't start loving her like my mother.
"I have my reasons for learning how to build a spaceship, but I guarantee it's important." She nods in acceptance, even though she doesn't understand why, already being better than most parents on Earth.
'If I know how to assemble one, I know how to remove a tracker, if there is one. Moreover, it's a great skill to have, and I plan, soon after two years of training, to go to Namek to make a wish to save some Saiyans and obtain something for my own strength or more convenient abilities.'
After recovering and getting stronger, I've thought about doing the same thing again against other Saibamen on purpose and then being healed, but my mother refuses to let me do that.
I even asked her to beat me up, but she doesn't want to do that – beat me half to death like a mediocre alcoholic father, only for me to come back much stronger. It was something I couldn't convince her to do even in all this time. Speaking of strong, I still don't know how strong my mother is. Looking at her, I feel a sense of danger, as if she is MUCH stronger than me, which I'm sure she is, but I don't know by how much.
Stopping my daydreams, I hear my mother's voice: "He will start teaching you starting next week. Until then, you will have less time to train; in other words, during the time you have, the training will be heavier."
"With pleasure, Mom." I agree to the heavier training willingly, as it will be for a good reason. So, we spend the next few minutes just talking between breaks in my exercises.
Until another Saiyan arrives, a bald and skinny Saiyan, as if he had never eaten in his life, whom I only recognized as a Saiyan by the tail wrapped around his waist. He then bows and says, "Miss Vanie, King Vegeta is calling for you." Mom nods in agreement, but with an annoyed look for interrupting our conversation.
She looks at the Saiyan who, seeing her hard stare, begins to sweat. He is probably a simple low-class messenger. She looks at me and says, "Leekon, go home alone later; I'll prepare dinner, okay?" She says this while messing up my hair again.
"Okay, Mom, see you later." After hearing my words, she nods goodbye to me and, with a smile on her face, flies away at high speed. Stunned, I hear the skinny Saiyan say softly, "damn it." He barely starts flying to follow her, and she's already so far away that she's just a tiny dot in the distance in our view. Before he can fly away too far, I have an idea. I throw my heavy backpack on the ground, which cracks with the impact, and then I appear behind him in a flash of pure speed.
shush~~
He only feels the wind hitting his back at high speed. I grab him by the tail, paralyzing him, and drag him back to the ground.
"W-What the hell, my tail!"
"What is it, kid?" he says, surprised and obviously irritated.
"Well, baldy, I need your help since my mom left." No, I'm not going to ask him to beat me up to get a zenkai. If my mother found out about that, the poor guy would be dead in no time. I'm planning to sense the ki outside my body because, according to my experiments and attempts, the better I am at sensing ki, the better I will be at controlling it and the better I will be at suppressing it, which will be necessary at the rate my strength grows.
Why, in my last test, could I only suppress 100 power level?
"I'm going to sit here, and you just need to stand here launching energy attacks at me until you get tired."
He looks at me like I'm a weirdo. "My name is Bonnes, not Baldy, kid, and why would you want that? Besides, I have to go back to the palace; maybe the king needs me for something else." Well, I know he's not that necessary, as I can train sensing ki with my mother, but since she isn't here, I intend to sense the ki of his attacks.
I look at him and say, "Well, if you don't help me, I'll beat you up until you can't walk for a month. And come on, you're pretty weak; you'll run out of energy in minutes, so you won't be late for anything." Not that I intended to really beat him up, but Saiyans can be quite stubborn.
He looks at me angrily, his pride hurt, forgetting for a second who my mother is, because who would accept being insulted by a child: "Watch what you say. I may not be a warrior, but I'm still an adult Saiyan. I can't be weaker than an arrogant brat." I smile at his comment and say, "You know you have to be careful what you say. Any other Saiyan would have killed you for saying something like that." He looks away when he hears that.
Then I go to a table where my mother leaves useful things for my training and grab a scouter, measuring his power: "370." Then, I throw it to him. He asks, "What's this for?"
"Measuring my power, isn't it obvious?"
tch~~
"how strong can you be"
Then he puts on the scouter, and I see his face turn white as if he had seen a ghost. When he sees the number stop at 1452, he takes two steps back, trembling and scared: "F-FOURTEEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO? How can you be so strong?"
'My training is paying off. At this rate, I'll quickly reach OVER 9000.' I smile at him and ask, "So, baldy, what are you going to do, accept or get beaten up?"
"I accept," he says without correcting me about his name this time, with a defeated look. "See, it wasn't that hard," I reply.
I sit on the ground in a meditative position, and he keeps staring at me like an idiot. "Go on, you can start, but attack slowly with varying amounts of energy, if you can."
He looks at me and nods, "Yes, sir…." He pauses, prompting me to say my name.
"Leekon, my name is Leekon."
"Mr. Leekon," he says now without contradicting me, because that's how Saiyan society works: the weak respect the strong, and the strong take advantage of it as their right.
"attack, baldy"
Then he sends the first attack, where I can't feel anything other than the impact on me.
"Again."
Still nothing.
"Again."
Nothing.
"aga…"
And we stayed like that for the next 30 minutes then:
"YES! I DID IT!"
I finally managed to feel his ki and the ki of the blast coming. When I look at him, he is sweating all over and panting as if he had run a marathon.
"Well, Mr. Boner, thank you very much for the training," I say, happy to have acquired one of the most used abilities in the anime, and I fly away at high speed towards home without waiting for an answer, because, damn it, I'm so hungry.
ugh~~
"Boner realy?"
Now, alone in the training field, Bonnes says softly, "My name is Bonnes, damn it, it's not that hard, but… he thanked me. That's rare coming from strong Saiyans," and flies away from there, returning to the palace without thinking much, because in his head this only happened today because he was born weak as a low-class Saiyan, unlike Mr. Leekon or Miss Vanie.
(Guys, I have the impression that when I translate, it ends up mixing the first and third person of what I'm writing. Tell me if it seems strange.)
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I wanted to show the protagonist growing rapidly in strength, but I also don't want to overdo it. Imagine him tying with a Saibaman and immediately defeating Frieza with a slap – that would be very incoherent. So, I hope you don't find the Zenkai boost too small. I also want him to know how to remove a tracker so he doesn't have to ask anyone to do it, avoiding unnecessary drama.
I've been thinking until now about whether I should give him a Viltrumite mustache. I personally think it looks cool, but tell me what you guys think.
If possible, please comment. I like reading your comments, and see you next time.
Should I do what other authors do to increase the word count, or just keep posting normally until I reach 15,000 words?