「10x / Act I」

Moping about had little place in Negi's character. It was obvious he was somewhat distraught over the fate over Vegeta, but at this point, it was incredibly old news. Vegeta was a shell of its former self, ruled by some alien man now and there was little Negi could do. Now, anyway. He'd need to hone his abilities. Improve his overall strength and character, as well as gain few allies along his way to the top. Perhaps, if things had gone his way...he could reign over Vegeta. In place of the last prince, a pushover who suffered a death fit for a weakling. How unfortunate. Negi could only shake his head at the thought; The leader of a warrior race defeated by some foreign creature. Hah! Such a stupid event would never occur again. Not so long as Negi drew breath. On the idea of allies, though: Negi contemplated fighting this fight on his lonesome. But figured going about this by himself would be a death wish. No amount of pride would veil his vision. Thus, two signals had been sent to old teammates. They'd appear in due time. Until then, he trusted they'd get stronger as he did. A firm belief held by the three that a wounded and weak Saiyan was nothing more than a casualty waiting. A danger to themselves and their companions.

"Sch!" Negi grunted. The man rising from his bed, as he had been laying still for some time. His arms crossed under his head and his legs crossed over one another. Sitting upright and his legs over the bedside, his feet placed against the ground. Pressure applied, bringing him up into a standing pose. The warrior's body barely clothed, a pair of boxer briefs wrapped around his lower body. It seemed that the man was on something of a break or relaxing session. Exercising the fact that a man's body needed to recover torn muscles after workouts. Especially after the strenuous variety. However, rest time began a few hours ago. His genetics let him recover way faster than his weak, primitive human counterparts. His body used to being ripped asunder and then pieced right back together. Whether that was good or bad was incredibly ambiguous. Who cared, though. Negi walked himself to his closet, swinging open the doors of his wardrobe. Pulling out one set of specific box shorts. If one paid enough attention, they'd see he was forced to flex his biceps due to the weight sported by the fabric. A swift change made as he acquired and equipped one of his heavy weights. His body weight increased a good amount. Each step, even without boots or shoes if any sort, resulted in a slight thud. Good thing he lived on his own in the middle of god damned nowhere in the deep north. Negi smiled in a slight anticipation for what was to come. He was well aware that this workout session would be more than strenuous, more than taxing, more than wearing on his mortal body. He had never before worked under modified gravity but could tell he was biting off a mighty chunk of more than he could likely chew. But, luckily, he was a Saiyan. His appetite made no bite too large!

Reaching the door to the gravity chamber, Negi nonchalantly kicked the door open. As, along the way, he had picked up two dumbbells. Both one hundred and twenty pounds. Well, at the setting they currently were at. Standard for casual weight lifting. He'd increase their weight later, likely during training. The Saiyan swiftly entered the room, setting the weights down by just opening his hands, letting the bars of iron hit the floor with a crash. It seemed that despite Negi's resistance to interacting with others and keeping to himself, he had taken the time to ensure he was set. As he sported a refrigerator in the chamber as well as a stand for towels. The male stepping before a large control panel. Several buttons and options available to his liking. A monster to the inexperienced, but the norm to the seasoned. "Okay. Let's work our way up, in increments of tens. To start..ten." Negi thought to himself in silence. His black pupils searching quickly for the correct items. His fingers working in tandem, opening several windows meant for correct accommodations. The first command being to enable gravity modification. Set to five times Earth's gravity to begin. The male stepping away from the frame and walking around the circular room. Walking four laps, then running five laps. Already, a light sweat beaded his brow. Nothing too heavy at the moment, but it would get intense in a few moments. Upon completion of his fifth lap, Negi stopped before the panel again. Increasing the gravity by five, locking it at times ten Earth's default gravity.

Walking further way, Negi picked up his dumbbells and sat on a black, leather bench. The first act of exercise curling, his fingers wrapped tightly around the iron bar connecting the wheels of weight. Very light for him, as he effortlessly made his reps. He increased the weight, however. From one-twenty to five hundred on the dot. It felt like torture. But, the good kind. If that made sense. As he lifted, alternating between left and right respectively, he had felt himself flex and tighten his muscle. His biceps bulging and veins popping out left and right. A vein on his brow popping out due to the amount of weight being curled. Negi's teeth clamped tight and his rows of pearly whites grinding against one another. Gallons of testosterone displayed as with each successful rep, the male grunted and huffed quite heavily. Thoughts running through his mind as he pushed through the tearing pain in his arms. This has a purpose! Every shred of pain, every moment of agony is for a cause! Nothing is for nothing! I am a Saiyan! A member of an elite force made for taking pain and converting it into raw power! Gyaaah!!" It was quite clear where Negi's pride lay. Though cocky and especially prideful on his exterior, he was incredibly proud and powerful internally as well. It was a shame, though.

Despite Negi's display if heart, his quest seemed to be fruitless and moot. His target was far too ahead of him. Power wise, resource wise, and all the rest. Granted, Negi knew not of this and was willing to pursue his goal. Even with this knowledge, this tyrant would be stricken down by his hand or he'd die trying. No ifs, and's, or buts. It was either do or die. Good thing he had a crazy amount of time to prepare, though. He didn't exactly know when he'd launch his assault on the captured planet, but definitely not now. When he was ready. When his heart told him he was ready. When his heart and his fists agreed, anyways. He'd need to actually use that organ in his head for something sooner or later. Til then, though, his fists were the go to answers. Back to reality, Negi had thrown the dumbbells aside. Forcing them to crash into the tiled floor, the added gravity making them dent the ground slightly. He didn't really mind. Negi rose from his seat and began running around his chamber. His arms swinging to and fro as he watched his breathing. Perspiration beading his brow and causing his bare skin to glisten in the red tint offered by the chamber. Sweat dripping from his jaw and to the ground. His eyes watching his twelve. Counting his laps in total silence. One, two, three, four...so on. Stopping only til he reached fifty. His heart beating at a bit of a heightened pace while his lungs worked with effort to rejuvenate him with oxygen. There was little time to dawdle. Walking right back to the control boards, Negi jabbed a few commands and initiated their respective prompts.

Several hatches had opened up upon confirmation. Orbs hovering out and finding their spots respectively. Watching Negi with their singular eye. The Saiyan male giving each orb a menacing glare. Eight orbs were present in total. A sphere surrounding each not. Reflective, able to deflect Ki blasts. Moving his right hand out and opening his fingers, the warrior conjured up a small orb of Ki. The golden sphere floating calmly above his palm. It was warm. Like a miniature sun was in his hand. His arm cocking back, akin to that if a star baseball athlete. A slicing downwards motion completed, the orb of Ki spiraling towards one of the drones floating about. A loud bang sound effect created as the orb began spiking and sharply turning corners. Bouncing from one drone to the next. From wall to wall, ceiling to floor. A swift Saiyajin dead center, dodging everything he possibly could with the utmost precision. His skin lightly grazed as the orb sliced the air. Small dribbles of blood falling from his pectorals as well as from his biceps alike. Negi groaning heavily with pain as his Kids smashed directly into his core. Spinning violently against him and causing smoke to rise from his abdominal region. The sphere eventually exploding savagely. Negi sent flying back, his heels trying to stick to the ground. A nasty cut and singed heels being the results of attempted bravado. Negi's breathing going heavy and taxed, he leaned forward. Trying his absolute best to regain his composure. Slowly but surely, his person was lifted from the ground. Floating a good deal off the tiled floors. The man beginning too soon about in a clockwise fashion. His arms folding over one another as he contemplated his next sets of action. Just what was he to do next? Simple workouts and exercise could only go so far. He needed a more intense training regiment. He'd need ponder this at a later time, however. For now, action was the most optimal way of spending time in this area. His spinning motion would to an end as he landed cleanly on the floor. Trudging to the control panel once again, fingers swiftly jabbing inputs in. The summoned drones exiting back into their individual holding zones. Leaving Negi to himself to a moment.

Taking a slight breath, Negi also cut the modified gravity. Returning the chamber to the planet's default gravitation. The Saiyan circling his chamber before whipping open the refrigerator and swiping several items from the keep. A bottle of water, a gallon of Earth milk, a tub of protein powder and a towel from a rack. The door shut back with a slam, and Negi mixing his milk with the protein while he drowned himself in cold water. The sweat on his body washed off like the shores of a blue water beach, renewing and rejuvenating his skin. The bottle tossed aside with the utmost uncaring attitude, while the milk was guzzled down in two swings. His stomach powerful enough to handle the sudden tsunami of liquid. They weren't equal to healing machines, but they got the job done. Within moments, the Saiyan felt his muscle become replenished and strong. However, that was merely a feeling. And he was well aware of this. As he proceeded to kick open the exit of the chamber and reentered his home's main area. Immediately going to his bedroom and collapsing onto his bed. A mighty yawn given, shaking his home for a moment. Negi dropping his head onto the pillow he had often used for rest, eyes shutting tight. Who would have thought? He actually looked friendly and like the average Earthling when he wasn't awake.