「20x / Act II」

"Uggh...hah.." Negi groaned in an exceptionally low tone. The Saiyan warrior awakening from a well deserved slumber, his eyes cracking open at a sluggish pace. The crust lining his eyes brushed up by his eyelashes as he opened them. Black pupils looking about. Exploring his own room as if he was somewhere else entirely. And it seemed that he was. As normally, his room was an area illuminated by sunlight. Give or take, what you could take from the snow covered area of the North. Negi rose up slowly, sitting on his rear. Shuffling to the edge of his bed. His right hand raised and wiping his face, clearing his mouth of saliva and drool. The groggy alien slowly standing up and walking around his home. Exiting into the outside world. Well, outside his front door. His arms crossed as he looked about. The weather wasn't that bad, for once. His Ki had flared, acting as a source of warmth. His breath warm and causing a puff of warm air to leave. It wasn't morning, afternoon or evening. No, it was the dead of night. About two in the morning. The moon held high over the sky and stars dotting it like lights on a Christmas tree. Negi looking up and staring before turning on his heels and reentering his home. Shutting the door behind him and making a beeline to the gravity chamber. It was warm in there, likely from the heat being active throughout the house. Negi grabbing a bottle of water from his refrigerator and taking a drink, waking himself up fully. Another breath taken as he tossed the bottle into the trash. "Ugh...alright. Now that I'm finished dawdling, I can resume training. My muscle and body feel rejuvenated. No pain, no nothing. That's good, it means I'm ready for round two." Negi thought to himself. Now that his mind was working correctly, he could devise his plan for tonights regiment. Several ideas ran through the male's mind as he ventured into a cabinet beside his refrigerator. Rummaging about before extracting bandages. His wrists and forearms wrapped as well as his stomach. His ankles and shins right after. His forehead also wrapped, a makeshift bandanna. It worked. The reason behind the bandage to protect. He was going to work on his precision alongside his strength this time. It was imperative that he was able to dodge and avoid attacks. Brute strength was a godsend but evasion could easily settle a battle as well.

Walking himself before the control panel, Negi began working. His fingers stretching and rolling into his palm, extending once more right after. Gliding over the keys and buttons, but not applying pressure as to not press anything. In a matter of seconds, the male began punching in inputs and items. The first order of business obvious: Set the gravity. This time, the modified amount would be twenty times Earth's default gravity. Considering how the last session had gone, Negi was sure that training and conditioning his mortal body under extreme handicaps would increase his overall strength and rating as a fighter. Not only that, but perservering through the pain and hardship would validate his existence as a Saiyan. If he was unable to handle such limits, then he had no business being called a Saiyan! A member of a warrior race! In a few moments of entering and confirming inputs, the setting had dimmed in lighting and a red light has shone throughout the room. Already, Negi could feel his body being weighed down. Mind you, the male was wearing heavy weights, yes, but he was also barely clothed. He was nearly brought to his knees, as he had been forced to buckle at the knee. His constitution strong, as he forced himself to stand. He hasn't even begun training, yet he was already aware of the fact that his tendons were being taxed and tested out. Taking a few steps back, Negi began stretching. Extending his arms and legs, making sure he wouldn't accidentally pull any important muscles. It should have had been obvious that he would be more smart to do this rather than risk a horrific injury. Self inflicted damage was not worth anything for a Saiyan. There was no gain. For what it was worth, the anatomy and genetics surrounding the aliens was interesting. The fact that their bodies were able to determine whether or not wounds were self inflicted or not was quite something. It just goes to show just how intelligent the body and brain is. Upon completion of Negi's stretches, he took a step forward. Pressing the enter key on the panel yet again, the drones emerging from their keep.

"Danger room! Training level and intensity...level one! Two!" Negi shouted. The gravity chamber running a voice recognition set. "Hah...start!" He said in a booming tone. The drones not engaging in reflective orbs. Instead, they were set to offensive protocol. Beams firing off from them. Piercing the air, Negi dodged and weaved. Even he was surprised by the amount of danger he had set himself up for. Violent jerks and movements of his body moving him around the arena. His skin grazing each beam and a burning effect set onto his person. It stung quite bad. Never the less, Negi needed to get the most out of his training. As he dodged, he had examined each drone as closely as he could without being made swiss cheese. A button on the side of each. Likely to make them docile and return to their keep. Negi grunting in approval as he began his game plan. Enacting it right there. Hitting the ground, Negi began a series of flashy dodges. Flipping from foot to palm, foot to palm, repeat. Hitting a wall, he pressed the soles of his feet to the wall and pushed off. Just threading the needle as he soared through a series of beams. His hands moving quickly, jabbing the Sleep button on each drone. Each returning to their individual hole and resting. Negi left to recover on the ground. Left in a charging position, his fists raised. Fingers tightened into his palm, nails digging into the rough skin. Brow twitching as the male jerked his head up. His muscle being tested out as he forced himself to straighten his posture out.

Trudging heavily, the male headed towards a weight set. Collapsing onto his hands and feet, his fingers pressed down tight. Slowly, his legs raised. His feet pointing upwards now. He struggled at first, but he steadily began to perform push ups. The inverted variation. His cheeks inflating with oxygen as he moved up and down, his biceps aching from supporting all of the weight above them. An especially angry and frustrated expression painted onto his character. He counted in his head, purposely going at a slowed pace. It was intense, to say the least. A matter of seconds was necessary for him to reach sixty push ups. Another set of seconds earning him that of one hundred twenty. So on and so forth. He was practically drenched in perspiration, now. Sweat dripping from his jaw and onto the ground. Negi thinking to himself, grunting out instead of actually speaking. "Darn you! Darn it all! Work, body, work! Quit on me now and I'll be sure to push it even further next time! Whether I'm ready to engage or not! I need every bit of strength I can possibly gather, do not fail me now! Gaaah!!" Negi roared the last bit. Crashing onto his toes and palms, popping onto his feet and beginning to attack the air before him. Striking no one in particular, and instead mixing training with venting of emotions. His speed was impeccable, even under the gravity settings. His desire for growth, his will to become strong and his thirst for ultimate power pushing the warrior only forward. It wouldn't happen now, but in due time: He'd become one of the universe's mightiest! And after that, the mightiest in all known worlds! "I swear to it!!" Negi shouted once more. His chest heaving and expanding, then falling back.