*Location: Planet Vegeta Training Hall, Age: 735*
*Pepra POV*
Just two years after my birth, I was already beginning basic training. Honestly speaking, I thought for sure my parents would've sent me off to some planet for cleansing duty or whatever it was called, which sounded weird when I think about it, but then again, the annihilation of an entire species so that the planet could be sold to the highest bidder was never pretty nor was it a good thing. So I was somewhat thankful I didn't need to figure out how to lie or how to hide my power yet, I mean, it was something to figure out in the future, but not right now.
Anyway, once I got out of the nursing pod, I was able to meet my family. My father, Carba, was a towering and muscular man whose right side was littered with healed scars, and his hair had two large spikes going upward with several smaller ones surrounding it. My mother, Spica, was taller, whose hair that actually went down and formed a medium-length lion's mane or close enough to one anyway. Both of them looked like extremmly fierce fighters, and well, while I couldn't sense Ki just yet, I had my own hairs standing on the back of the neck to see how dangerous they were.
"So this little pipsquak is our firstborn, huh, well, now we gotta whip him into shape, make sure he can at least control his Oozaru form, Saiyans don't need another mindless brute after all." My father said as he leaned down and stroked his chin.
"Dear, quite scarring the boy, I mean, I don't want to embarrass you, but I thought you were pretty skinny yourself at one point." My mother said, as she leaned down whispering into his ear, making it look like she was making an effort to hide it, but clearly she wanted to embarrass him.
His face went red immediately, and he shot up, looking away a bit embarrassed, as I just held back the urge to laugh.
"Alright, Pepra, first off, we need to see if you can control Ki at a basic level. Once you get the hang of that, we can begin your Oozaru training."
He then sat down in front of me and patted the ground, gesturing for me to do so as well, and well I did so, interested to see where this was going. My body had gotten a little more muscular over my two years, and I had finally figured out what year or age I was in, well, the current one anyway, Age 735, just two years till Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta, nearly exterminating the Saiyan race like so many others.
Anyway, my father held out his hand, and a small blue Ki ball formed in his hand, and he tossed it back and forth between his hands like a ball.
"Ki is this energy stuff all living beings have, and beings like us, Saiyans, a warrior race, are more attuned to it than others."
"However, amongst our kind, certain members like middle-class warriors or the elite have an almost instant understanding of it, but for the lower classes like us, we need to be taught how before we can do anything with it."
He then shot the small ball at the ground, and it made a tiny eplosion, and I got some sand in my eyes, which I quickly wiped away.
"So close your eyes and look deep within yourself, find your source of power, and let out a tiny bit of it. It should be pretty simple."
I did as he instructed and closed my eyes, meditating and trying to get a feel for my body, for something that wasn't part of me but was at the same time. With each breath, I could feel something tug at me, like it was trying to get my attention. I think a couple of minutes passed before I felt something a bit stronger, it was a small blue light, I think, in the center of my body, kind of as if it was both there and not at the same time. I mean, it made sense. Ki was spiritual and not physical, yet it was generated from a living body and further improved through training.
I then mentally grasped hold of it, imagining it as a ball in my right hand, and I hoped my body mimicked that motion. Then I felt something, I felt a light warm glow over my right hand, and opening my eyes, I saw it. A tiny blue ball of light in my hand, and I could see my dad leaning over, scratching his chin as mom had a proud look on her face as she patted Carba's back and trotted off back into the house.
"Well, I'll leave you both to it, you both keep training alright, I'll get dinner started."
I blinked in slow realization as it was definitely the afternoon when we started, but now the stars were starting to reveal themselves as the sun began to set. My mouth went wide as I realized that a few minutes didn't pass, but rather a few hours, and I could see my dad get a wide grin on his face.
"You thought only a few minutes passed, huh?"
"Y-Yeah, I just thought the silence was just me bei-" I stuttered out before he interrupted me.
"Being calm and with us being quiet or something like that, well, sorry to burst your bubble, pipsquak, but you were just deep in trance, happens to the best of us the first time around."
He then rubbed his chin as a confused expression formed on his face.
"Although Saiyans aren't ever that calm, kind of why it takes us low-class warriors so long to get the hang of our Ki, surprised you already could."
"That also means we can begin your training in earnest now, get you used to your Ki before we send ya off on your first job."
He said as he placed both hands on his knee and a wide grin on his face as though he was the happiest man in the world. I, however, was scared shitless knowing that this was going to be two things: painful and literal torture with both mixed in intense intervals. I let out a loud gulp as he slowly got up, cracking his neck and his fist as he stared down at me.
"Well, no time like the present, and your first lesson, figuring out how to fly."
He then held an open palm pointed down at me, and I immediately knew what it was and got up, running away from him as a blast shot me forward.
"That's right, brat, run away from your old man because I'm telling ya right now the first step to proper Ki control is figuring out how to fly, and if you don't dodge these blasts well, the training will be worth it either way."
He then chased after me as I wondered about the validity of this training. I mean, wouldn't the first step to Ki control, figuring out how large an explosion was and how powerful your Ki blast was? Right now, though, I only wanted to avoid getting blasted to smitehriens and testing out the really broken part of a Zenkai boost, I mean, Saiyans were naturally talented at Ki, so this shouldn't take long, right? RIGHT?
.....
Five weeks...it took me five weeks to get basic flight down because, as it turns out, it was a lot more complicated than they made it look. It was essential to propel themselves and control their movements through the air via Ki manipulation, which required precise control and following one's natural instincts.
That, however, didn't stop this part of the training, as dear old dad only upped the training now, including flying, and would continue to drill me until flying was second nature. Which made sense, and I now understood why he chose this particular form of training.
"Come on, Pipsquak, if you wanna keep control over your Oozaru form, ya gotta make Ki control secondhand nature and if ya don't, well I'm gonna kick the crap out of you!"
Of course, that was only part of my impromptu Saiyan training, as this was very basic stuff. Sure, combat was secondhand to my new race, but learning how to use Ki and control the wild energy of an Oozaru. The natural instincts of your Great Ape form, plus the rapid energy increase, resulted in our own brutal nature to take over and cause us to rampage, a sure-fire way to kill the native population of a planet in a short amount of time, especially on populated worlds that lacked a moon and blutz waves.
Once you have mastered basic Ki control, take the next step of keeping one conscious during your transformation. This training also gave me time to get used to this new body and fighting in general. I mean, sure, I was by no means going to beat a master martial artist, well, in a fair fight at the very least, but I was gettign better, more adept at fighting over time with my own power level increasing. It was 20 when I was a newborn, about 35 when I began all this training, and finally, I think the last time I checked it was 60.
So it was indeed an improvement, but nowhere near the level I wanted to reach, nor did I believe I was anywhere near strong enough for what this multiverser would throw at me. It was still good progress, and right now, figuring out the basics of Ki was needed to further improve myself. The really good training, like weighted training, could come later when I have a bit more privacy.
Even in terms of martial arts, I was in fact improving; I had gotten used to his new body and was actually starting to build up some muscle. Heck, I caught a few of my old man's punches...which was weird now that I think about it, when did I start thinking of them as my parents? I mean, sure, biologically they were, but when did I emotionally start caring for them was the question.
I mean, sure, I...probably wasn't a sociopath or was it psychopath, either one worked, but it was still hard to invest in them emotionally. Not when I still had clear memories of my past life, of my human parents.
One afternoon, though, while I was looking at the night sky, I had come to an epiphany. I realized that even if they weren't my first parents, they were still my mother and father in this life, and I would do my best to make them proud. Even if dear old dad kicked the crap out of me all the time, and mom wasn't any better in that department.
Was it a little fast? Yes, it was, but that's the thing about emotions, it doesn't take a genuis to see that emotions work on their own logic and rules, so yes, my Saiyan parents were just more people for me to look up to for guidance...even if they were bloodythirsty warriors and currently forced to work under...was it King Cold or Frieza now, hoenstly don't remeber the timeline that well to know for sure. I think it was Frieza, but I didn't know for sure.
Either way, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family, no matter who they are.