Another Day (Solo/Paprika Wasteland)

His new training routine had its highs and lows. Sometimes he was better, sometimes he was worse, but it was always around the weights! They still bothered him to no end, and made his body all sore. However, impressive enough, Nasu was managing to keep up with a training routine, and he was actually really proud of himself. Never on his life had he endured for so long, and that just showed him that there was really no limitation to what he could achieve with his new determination and will of fire. With those thoughts in mind, the young saiyan warrior woke up really early on his cavern, on Paprika Wasteland, stretching his limbs. Getting up was hard: he had been sleeping with the damn weighted armor too, as he wanted it to become a natural thing to his body. ”As soon as I get used to this, I will be able to become much faster! Better than any stupid brenchian out there!” the thought alone made butterflies run crazy on his stomach and drove him to quickly leap forward, getting up instantaneously. Shortly after that, he reached for a canteen of water nearby and hydrated himself in order to be able to resist another intense training session on the hot and dry wasteland.

Shortly after that, he grabbed some dry meat: he had used some salt to keep it good enough to eat for a longer periods of time as he didn’t want to waste any time hunting. He had to become stronger quickly, and there was no time to waste whatsoever. Of course, it bothered him not to eat his precious almost raw hunted meat every day, but sacrifices were required in the path towards greatness, and he was willing to take them all. ”If it means I will become strong, then there’s nothing to be worried about, right? he nodded to himself, taking a very big bite on the dried meat. It did not taste very good, but it was doable. When he finished eating his terrible meal, he drank a little bit more of water and started floating towards the exit of the cavern. The sun was already bright and high into the skies, which led him to cover his eyes for a brief moment before they got accustomed to the light. This time he had left his scouter on the cavern as he didn’t want to get distracted by anything at all.

– Okay then! Let’s warm up a little bit first! – he said, as he started walking around the dirt of the wasteland. That pressure the weighted battle suit exerted on his body was too much, hurting mostly his legs and his back as he body struggled to keep on moving. He was sweating and that was only natural due to the harsh environment he had chosen to be his training grounds, and just walking would already do that to his body, as it carved to refresh itself with his own body water and minerals! It was truly impressive. After a few minutes walking around, he was just a little more used to it again and it was time to make things a little harder. It was always like this on the morning trainings: due to the night of sleep, his body would rest and tender his muscular wounds, and upon waking up, it would complain to no end, begging for a day of rest, but he was adamant about continuing his regiment.

Nasu started jogging around the cliffs of the wastes and within a few minutes he was already panting, feeling really tired about doing that. He felt a little frustration but it only lasted a second as he soon turned it into motivation and will power. ”Fuck that shit! I didn’t fix this stupid weighted armor just to give up now! My father would never give up, even if he were almost bleeding to death! My mother would user her rage to push her forward… I’ve wasted too much time and now Komatsu is nearly as strong as I am and I’m seven years his eldest!! I’ve slacked off for too long! Come on body, don’t let me down!” he thought to himself and, with that in mind, he gathered his ki, making his ghostly-white ki aura flare all around his body and started running around the area nearby his cavern. It was incredibly difficult to do that, be he persisted, increasing his speed until he reached his maximum, breaking the ground as me moved, like a white energy sword on the desert.

He ran at his top speed for as much as he could, which was exactly thirty minutes before he stumbled and roll over the ground, only to be stopped by a stone, where he crashed, breaking it and hurting his body due to his own speed. – ARGH!!! – he shouted as he hit the rock. – Stupid freaking body!!! Goddammit!! – he swore in frustration as he stared at that annoying blue sky that seemed to be mocking his every day trainings. He hated it and he missed the crimson skies of Natto even more, as he grew more concerned about how the Alliance was doing. Out of his own rebellious demeanor of late, he reprehended himself with a humph every time he caught himself thinking about the Alliance and feeling homesick, but it was starting to get really hard not to think about it, despite his best efforts.

The young saiyan warrior had to use quite a lot of strength and will power to get back up, and he was panting intensely and sweating even more. He frowned his eyebrows, angered by his own weakness and that anger made him reckless, acting now just like his father. – Fuck this shit! I don’t care about anything anymore!!! – he barked, as he concentrated his ki to flare his ghostly-white ki aura around his body once again. He gathered all his strength and jumped into the air, flying with that weight on him. Again… Some days it was easier, some days it was harder, depending on how sore his body was, and today was a terrible day. The pressure was so great that he felt like he was lifting the whole planet on his shoulders, but he had to endure! He had do surpass his limits and overcome everything! As of now, even those earthling freaks were starting to become stronger than him, and he was being mocked and seen as a little bug. ”I can’t stand it!!! I hate it!!! I’m not going to be mocked or underestimated by those lowly humans… Nor by the empire dogs, and definitely not by that blond hybrid bitch!!! I’m tired of this!!! I’m tired of this stupid weakness!!!!! I don’t care if my body will be crushed by those weights! I will fucking do it!!!” he said to himself inside his mind, gritting his teeth so hard that he was almost breaking them. Nasu also clenched both his fists so hard that his hands started bleeding a little bit, but he just didn’t care anymore.

And that determination lasted for the impressive span of a whole hour, finishing when his body couldn’t do it any longer and he fell straight to the floor like a rock falling from a cliff, plummeting to the ground. His chest hit the ground so hard that his battle suit almost cracked and he was pretty sure that at least a couple ribs cracked, making him moan in severe pain. The fall hurt his pride more than his body, and Nasu furiously pounded the floor with both his bleeding fists fists, creating a large crater on the ground, and cracking the surrounding area, making a very loud noise. Immediately after that, he started crawling a little bit towards the border of the crater as he tried to get up again.

After reaching the outer border of the crater, his body started shaking so much that he felt like it would be impossible to move any further. He was panting heavily and drops of sweat were painting the ground as he moved. The young saiyan warrior gave up getting up just yet and, instead, rolled over, laying on his back to the ground as he tried to catch his breath. After a couple minutes with his eyes closed, as he couldn’t stand the sight of the blue sky, he was now breathing more calmly, recovering some of his stamina. ”This isn’t even close to be good as a training… This is freaking pitful, to be honest! If I want to take my father’s place… If I want to be a true warrior… With a name to be remembered as my own, and not just my parent’s kid, I need to do much better than that… I need to keep on pushing myself to the very limit… Even if I have to knock on death’s door more than once! And I’m ready to do that now! And of course I’m not gonna die! I’m Nasu, I have a powerful blood! And a will of fire!!!” his mind was churning with thoughts, trying to recover his determination, and impressive enough it succeeded.

A couple more minutes had passed and he was ready to get back to his training. He rolled over his body, laying with his chest to the ground and assumed a prone position with his chest down and back up, with both his fists touching the ground. Nasu quickly lifted himself up using his arms and the effort of just maintaining his body like that could already be classified as an intense training. On this position, he remained for about fifteen minutes. Both his arms and abdomen were burning like crazy, but he knew that this position would strengthen his body a lot. But he wouldn’t be satisfied with that, he needed more and he was ready for that. Immediately after his body felt the pressure of the the long minutes on that plank position with the weighted battle suit on, he continued with the training by starting a series of push-ups with both his fists.

His sweat started dripping intensely to the floor like a slightly opened faucet but he kept pushing forward. His muscles were burning, specially his pectoral, triceps and anterior deltoids.

– Come on! 997… 998…. Just a little more, stupid body!!! 999!.... and…. One… Thousand!! – when he reached the impressive mark of one thousand push-ups with both his arms, he stood there with his arms stretched for a few seconds gathering strength and will power and then he putted his left arm on his back and started again with only his right arm. He managed to do another set of a thousand push-ups with each arm and after that, he laid on the floor to catch his breath again.

When he recovered a little, he got up, which took much longer than before, with Nasu dragging himself up with the help of a stone cliff nearby, he managed to walk towards a little rocky structure a further ahead, that had some long pointy stone the, which he could use to the other part of his training. When he got there, he had to harvest quite a lot of strength to be able to fly once again, even if just for a short while, as he positioned both his legs on the pointy rock, to be able to stand hanging upside-down right there.

– I’m gonna hate this part of the training more than I hate that fucking green slugmen! I’m so freaking sure of it! – he said, sighing in disgust and tiredness as he started another set of exercises. The young saiyan warrior started curling his shoulders, arms crossed over his chest, towards his pelvis. His abdominal muscles felt like they were going to rip apart but he kept on pushing forward and forward. Giving up was never an option and he was determined to either hit the mark of three thousand abdominal crunches or die trying. All the time, while doing the exercise, he remembered about all the times he had been humiliated by the people he had met on Earth, and that angered quickly became the necessary fuel to keep him going. Nasu was smart and he was using the rage of his saiyan blood to turn into absurd motivation, and after hitting the mark of two thousand crunches, he just didn’t care anymore about the pain; the only thing he could see before his eyes were his enemies being crushed by him, one by one and begging for mercy when they had to face his terrible power. ”I’m gonna enjoy it more than anything!!! Never again shall I be the weak one!!!” he repeated to himself over and over again,

– 2,498…! 2,499…!! 2,500…!!! – hitting the mark of two thousand and fifty crunches made his body shake violently! By now he was pretty sure he had ripped a tendon or something like that and it was hurting like a freaking ki blast to the guts. Nasu was crying in a terrible pain, but his will was stronger than steel. ”I will never give up! I’ll be the strongest! I will become a super saiyan and show them all the might power of Nasu!!! They will tremble in fear upon hearing my goddamn name!!”
with those thoughts in mind, he kept going until he reached his ultimate goal: three thousand crunches. As soon as he finished the last one, his body plummeted, falling to the ground like a rocket, opening yet another crater on the wasteland dirt.

He was barely able to breathe as he felt like waves of fire were burning his lungs, and he touched his throat, seeking oxygen. He could feel something approaching and it seemed like death, and a small desperation took over his heard, sending shivers down his spine. ”No! I won’t die here... I will survive! And I will survive to train again tomorrow! My saiyan blood will reward my efforts and I will grow stronger everyday!!! So don’t disappoint me, body!!! Give me back my air and let me live, or I will fucking murder you myself on the afterlife!!!” he demanded on his mind.

Nasu coughed quite a lot of blood and shortly after that, he puked a little more bubbling blood on the ground. His consciousness started fading away and the light of his world vanished, giving its place to the pure darkness of unconscious.


After a while he woke up feeling all sore and broken. ”I’m… Alive… I won… Ha… Ha… Ha… I’m the best… The strongest saiyan…” Nasu started laughing, and within every laugh there came the pain, but he didn’t care! His training was done for the day and he was once again alive. Satisfied with that, the young saiyan warrior started crawling back towards his cavern and with much effort, he managed to get there after about twenty minutes, dragging himself up the cliff with as the little strength he had left. When he finally got back there, he reached again for his water canteen and rehydrated himself. Following that, Nasu felt asleep almost immediately. His body needed to rest, and he would probably sleep for a whole day.