It didn't take long for me to wake up, as I had already spent a long time asleep in the healing pod.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that next to my bed was a chair that I was sure hadn't been there before I went to sleep.
Before I could even wonder who had been here, my mother opened the room's door. She looked at me for a few seconds, her expression shifting from light concern to a more serious demeanor. Then, she asked, "How much stronger did you get after the fight?"
"My power almost doubled after the fight," I said, while handing my modified scouter to her. When she put the device on her face, she frowned, since my power was suppressed. I then quickly released my full power, reaching the twenty-one thousand I had before, which made my mother smile slightly.
"You got stronger again," she said, giving my head a fond pat.
"Of course I did. Vegeta doesn't stand a chance against me anymore, and I'll make sure he never does."
Then, she bent down and looked into my eyes, the hand that was in my hair moved down and stopped on my cheek. She said, "You know, Leekon, you're already stronger than the king and the prince. If you wanted to, the throne would be yours. You'd only have to kill them both."
Being king of a race like the Saiyans sounds very tempting. We're a problematic species to deal with, with inherent arrogance and sadism toward our enemies, but there's one thing Saiyans respect: power. And I intend to be extremely powerful—the strongest.
If I were king, I could nurture our race and make them stronger than ever. If they were stronger, more powerful, I would have more opponents and would never be bored.
Killing the king wouldn't be a problem, but Vegeta, I don't know if it would be that easy... Emotionally speaking, I already want to change him, but I don't know if I could convince him not to be king. From what I know of him, he would never accept that.
"Maybe one day," I said with a smile.
"But I don't promise anything. If I have kingly responsibilities, I'll have less time to train or fight." It was an excuse because I didn't know what I would do against Vegeta. I don't consider him a friend, but killing him doesn't feel right... but I don't have to worry about that yet. I have to get strong enough to fight and kill Frieza before I even think about it.
She nodded. "Let's eat for now," she said while standing up. "I'll support you in whatever decision you make."
Soon after we ate, she started showing me all the corners of the ship. Several aliens are working here with the simple goal of assisting our conquest.
"Come on, there's one last place I want to show you," she said, looking at me from the corner of her eye as we walked through the ship to a door. When I opened it, I saw paradise.
"This is perfect." In front of me was a spacious training room, a wall full of training weights, ankle weights, wrist weights, and weighted vests, all weighing tons.
In the center of the room, Vegeta was training, balancing his body on one hand, doing push-ups while using all the weights: one on each wrist, ankle, and the vest. In addition, he had an ankle weight wrapped around his tail to train it as well.
When I saw him, I felt my blood boil. 'I really took that last defeat to heart. I have to break him.' I looked at my mother one last time and entered the training room, the door closing behind me. Vegeta heard the sound of the door closing and looked in my direction, still in the same pose. "Leekon, finally." He pushed himself a few meters up and landed on his feet with his arms crossed.
Before Vegeta realized it, my fist was a few centimeters from his face. "You're lucky we're on the ship, or else..."
'I really want to fight him using everything I have, but I can't. If I did, I would end up destroying the whole ship.'
"Wait until we get off this ship and we'll have a rematch," I said with a smirk.
Vegeta retorted: "I'm just so eager to be able to trample a worm like you again."
I lowered my fist and walked past him. I went to the shelves full of weights and put them on, but not just the basic ones, not just one. If Vegeta can make a leap like that with these weights, I need more. I'll only get impossibly strong if I push myself to the limit, so I put three ankle weights and wrist weights on each limb. The vest, unfortunately, I can only wear one due to its size.
Moving my arms now was almost impossible. Lifting one hand felt like being buried in cement, and each step was as if I was sunk up to my waist in quicksand, but even so, I looked at Vegeta and said, "We can't go all out, but how about a training fight?"
Vegeta simply followed my lead and put the extra weights on himself as well.
"I would never turn down an invitation like that," Vegeta said with a smirk, finishing putting on the last wrist weight. Clack, the wrist weight's clasp closed on his arm.
He tried to put on four, but he simply fell. It was too heavy for him. 'Heh... this bastard is just too competitive.'
Just like daily sparring sessions and physical training that would easily break the will of any weak-spirited person, a month passed, and we were finally very close to the planet about to be conquered.
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A Personal Note to the Reader
Thanks for your support. I wanted to say that the quality might have dropped a bit because my college classes have started again, and I haven't had much time. Also, my sister is very sick and has been in the hospital for three days. I wrote this chapter to distract my mind from bad thoughts.
If possible, please send good energy or prayers for her, regardless of your religion. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.