4 Chapter 4: Hyperbolic Time Trainer

As I stood inside the room of spirit and time I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe this place was devoid of any life or sound

All I could see was an endless void in every direction it felt like an echo would travel endlessly here if I was loud enough.

The only other thing besides me and Mr.Popo was the building with the doorway to get here.

I had seen and read Dragon ball since I was a kid and played a good chunk of the games but compared to the real deal this place was really something else.

There was no wind or noise the only thing I could hear was my own breathing and heartbeat.

As I was taking in the scenery of such an iconic location to the Dragon Ball Franchise, I was interrupted by Mr.Popo.

Mr.Popo : "Alright Maggot, what's the first rule of Mr.Popo's training?"

Vocado : " What? but you haven't taught me anything yet? We just got he…"

Mr.Popo : (*BAM!) "Wrong Answer."

His fist was like a blur, he hit me square in the face even though he was holding back it still hurt like a Bitch!

Vocado : "Aw Fuck! You Broke My Nose! You Piece of Shit!"

I was still having trouble controlling my saiyan urges so I immediately aimed my arm blaster at him ready to fire.

But before I could shoot, he was already standing in front of me.

He grabbed my arm crushing it along with the arm blaster to pieces.

Vocado : "Aaaargh! Fucking shit! My Arm!!!"

Mr.Popo : "Don't talk about Mr.Popo's training."

Vocado : "Jesus Christ! Are you fucking insane!?"

Mr.Popo : "Hahahahaha Ahahahaha."

Vocado: "...." / ("God please don't let me die here.")

I used my other arm to eat a senzu bean I only had one left now.

As soon as I healed he completely ignored the injustice that had just transpired and started the lesson.

This fucker was acting like nothing happened and kept his nonchalant attitude the whole time as we went through the basics and demonstrations.

But instead of letting me take the time to learn these techniques with a guiding and helping hand naturally he said the best way to learn was through real combat experience.

And as a result he immediately started attacking me.

This freak is a straight up Sadist!

We were only in here for what should have been a few hours in the chamber.

Because I had never learned how to fight in my previous life, I had to learn everything from scratch and when we started with the basics.

There was no way I could have learned enough to prepare me for a fight in only a few hours.

So naturally I was beaten to near death and left a bloody pulp.

My first thrashing was so bad that I ended up getting Zenkai Boost from the dreadful experience.

Mr.Popo wasn't willing to teach me anything except Martial arts because apparently I had to master martial arts before I could master ki.

What a load a Hoarse Shit!

That asshole probably just wanted to prolong my suffering.

I bet he wanted to know just how much abuse he could get away with before I really died.

I was a little disturbed that someone would so willingly treat a child this way and not feel even a hint of guilt or sympathy.

After all I was still in the body of a small child, I should at least be treated with more consideration and extra care.

I was worked and trained like a dog I didn't sleep I didn't rest I didn't eat I wasn't even allowed to use the bathroom.

We kept training until I would either pass out from exhaustion or on the rare occasion he deemed I was ready to move on to a new lesson.

When we moved on to a new lesson he did a basic rundown and a few demonstrations before jumping right back into a nonstop battle frenzy.

Every time I lost consciousness he would make me drink something he so lovingly called "Mr. Popo's healing Splooge".

Which I honestly hoped was another way of him saying healing potion.

The taste was weird salty and somehow bitter for a drink...

I honestly don't even want to think about it too much.

I'm not entirely sure how it works or what's in it?

But it took away my need to sleep or eat and I never had to use the bathroom no matter how much of the stuff I gulped or was forced down my throat.

I know in the T.F.S continuity healing Splooge was a reference to the "Special - Episode of Bardock" But I was pretty sure that this Mr. Popo and that one were different beings all together.

Despite their similarities after spending god knows how long with this asshole I had a basic idea of his power level.

Which was not even close to top tier when compared to characters in the Dragon Ball Z Age.

(6 years later...)

What day is it? What time is it? Is it night? is it sunny or raining? How much time has gone by? didn't know I stopped caring a long time ago.

My sense of time is off it feels like I've been stuck here forever I don't have much time to think just fight.

Every moment of every second was spent surviving the onslaught of this fiend!

The worst part was that he does not even have the decency to treat me like a child or even a human i'm more like a toy or a small bug to him.

I learned this very well...

Who know's when it was or how long ago its been since then.

But one day I tried to stop this nonstop insanity of training and fighting.

I wanted to quit and get as far away from here possible.

Maybe it was because I was having to struggle hopelessly to defend against someone who could literally punch a hole in my body with sheer force alone and took every given opportunity to do it gladly!

When he wouldn't stop and ignored my pleas of surrender I tried running away into the empty void but he was way too fast to get away from so I stopped trying eventually.

Talking to him would not work, running away would not work, fighting would lead to the same result.

As a former human my flight or fight response was left utterly useless to handle this situation.

So I did what anyone else would do I broke down curled up and started crying.

But it never stopped...

I cant die because he will just make me drink that gross stuff and do it all over again.

So after a few more beatings I got back onto my feet and started over again because what else could I do but continue forward.

I think its been a year or more since I came here I don't know.

I don't have much time to think but I can tell because of how much my body has changed and grown.

I looked down to make sure I wasn't going crazy and hallucinating again to check.

But in that brief distraction I was knocked out cold again...

I spend everyday training like a dog and fighting for my life under the reign of a tyrannical Genie that's the norm now.

Every now and then I noticed improvement.

Like narrowly avoiding getting punched or kicked maybe it was just my imagination but I thanked my lucky star's each time a miracle like that would happen.

My mind was in a constant state of twenty four hour, survival mode at the very least I had learned how to better manage my saiyan urges but they would still flare up time to time.

My anger and rage was replaced with fear and focus I couldn't' afford to be angry or reckless as it would mean instant pain and being forced to drink that weird healing Splooge again.

In the back of my mind I was pretty upset that I hadn't learned anything about ki this was just pure martial arts training

If you could even call it that...

I was so desperate to learn how to use ki because it was essential for everything in the Dragon Ball World.

Without learning how to use ki I would never be able to accomplish anything or live out the adventure I dreamed of...

Vocado: "Hya!"

Mr.Popo: "Hmph!"

I sent a punch straight into Mr.Popo's face but he blocked it like he always did.

But unlike before it wasn't so effortlessly and for the first time since meeting the evil bastard I saw a pained expression on his face.

My punch had definitely did some damage to his arm!

An evil smile appeared on my face and my eyes flared up at the sight.

My body was radiating a similar ominous killing intent to his.

Before I expertly executed a flurry of masterful punches and kicks.

Vocado: "Hya! Hya! Hya! Hya! Hya! Hya! DIE!"

All of my attack's were either dodged or blocked except for my last one which was a high kick to the chin.

He grunted with an annoyed expression before mimicking the exact move and kicking me in the chin knocking me unconscious.

But unlike before he did not feed me the healing splooge and instead patiently sat with his legs crossed beside me.

Watching me as I slept waiting for me to wake up on my own.

For the first time in what could have been years I slept like a log and drifted into a sweet sleep.

A few hours would go by when I finally woke up on my own.

I yawned before rubbing my sore chin and getting on my feet.

I was surprised that I wasn't immediately woken up or attacked.

I looked up to see a creepy genie watching me the entire time with a dumb smile on his face.

Before I could say anything he spoke.

Mr.Popo: "Training's over Maggot congratulations."

He stood up and casually walked off in the direction of the door.

I was too shocked to immediately respond it was finally over...

In my heart I wanted to jump for joy that it was finally over I thought that hell would never end!

But I wasn't satisfied.

I had gone through literal hell for god knows how long and I had nothing to show for it I still hadn't learned anything about ki or how to use it.

The fear and focus that stayed with me for so long was finally being washed away with a newer and deeper sense of rage and hatred.

That's it training's over? I clenched my hands and stood up with an irritated expression oozing out of my face.

If looks could kill Mr.Popo would have died over a million excruciating deaths in that glare of mine.

Vocado: "HEY ASSHOLE!"

I stood tall and seething with rage

Vocado: "Where Not Done Here!"

Mr.Popo: "Oh."

I demanded him to teach me how to use Ki, he replied by ripping off my tail and playing it off as a fucking joke saying.

Mr. Popo : "Mr. Popo has a better idea, let's play pin the tail on the Maggot."

he began laughing and giggling I however was screaming in pain and rolling around the floor.

I was bleeding profusely out of my tail hole it was the equivalent of someone violently yanking off an appendage like an arm or a leg.

it was so sudden and without warning that I was left shell shocked and scrambling to eat my last senzu bean I saved up in case of an emergency.

After so many years I was surprised to find it in the same place I stashed it away.

When I pulled it out it was a little squished and spoiled looking but before I could even eat it.

He suddenly appeared in front of me and squashed it with his foot and kicked me away.

That kick shattered my rib cage and caved it in, I was pretty sure some of the bone shards pierced my internal organs.

I was healed with the healing splooge I also received a Zenkai Boost from the experience.

But it was minor compared to the ones I gained prior.

When that hellish training was over I had become adept at close combat and my survival instincts were at an all time high.

But I still hadn't learned anything about ki!

When I regained consciousness the mental exhaustion finally got to me and I tiredly asked him.

Vocado : "Hey how long have we been in here?"

Mr.Popo : "six days."

He casually said, he appeared amused by my question and left the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Six days! th-thats impossible the time limit on the hyperbolic time chamber should only be two days!

There was no point in questioning the logic behind it.

Given this continuity it was probably the least strangest difference to cannon so far.

I looked down at my body and took the time to take it all in.

Six days is equal to six years my body had gone from toddler to boy gym rat, it was a bizarre appearance for a young boy.

When I walked out of the room of spirit and time I started crying tears of joy as I made my way outside.

To the rest of the world it had been only six days but to me I had gone through a hellish six years of 24/7 training it felt like I had returned from a War-Zone.

I went outside and took in my first breathe of fresh air.

I had missed being outside seeing the sun and clouds the beautiful blue sky.

The last place I wanted to return to was the Hyperbolic Time Chamber compared to that place anywhere else would be considered heaven to me.

My clothes and armor were in tatters ripped and blood stained I hadn't bathed in six years so the stench was truly awful.

The only time I slept were those short moments of sweet release when I passed out from exhaustion or lost consciousness they were all cut off short however by Mr. Popo.

I did not need to eat because the Healing Splooge was nutritious enough he said I swear to god I will never drink that shit again in my entire life.

I really hated how much of a creep that guy was and how everything that came out of his mouth had such a playful sinisterism to it.

As I was ranting internally I didn't notice that Kami had walked up behind me until he asked.

Kami : "So how was Mr.Popo's training young one?"

Vocado : "H-he-..."

Before I could open my mouth to complain I felt a cold piercing gaze hit my back I was too scared to look back and forced a nervous smile.

Vocado : "It Was Great! Yup! Yeah Super Great! What A Great Teacher!" The Best!"

I enthusiastically replied with a huge fake smile on my face to hide the fear I could feel cold sweat dripping down my forehead.

Kami : "Good very good young one now tell me are you ready for the next part of your training?"

Kami stretched out his hand and hovered it over my head and with a blinding flash of blue light.

My clothing had changed into a gi similar to the one piccolo wore but without the cloak and turban.

I inspected my new clothing it felt comfortable and loose, a purple and light blue gi with the Namekian brown shoes.

Vocado : "huh neat, so does that mean I could start learning about ki now?"

Kami : "Hmm not yet you are not quite ready for that, indeed you have great potential and power given your age but you lack a pure heart. I sense a great evil in you."

Aww fuck is he gonna make me spend an entire year trying to banish this supposed evil inside of me like he did, before he will teach me how to use ki? THATS BULLSHIT!

Hmm I need to think of a way to get him to teach me as soon as possible.

I don't want to mess up the original timeline by staying here too long because what if Goku never goes Super Saiyan or what if Trunks isn't born then who's going to stop the Androids, Cell or Majin Buu if I can't.

I don't even know how the future will turn out whether this will be like GT or Super I could end up dealing with Omega Shenron or Jiren or maybe both!

I need to set up a way where things can continue or at the very least be similar enough so that the story moves along smoothly.

I have to defeat King Piccolo it's a little too late to back out now but maybe I don't have to kill him.

Yeah what if I trap him with the MAFUBA and release him at the appropriate time.

That way my interfering won't mess up the story! Fuck yeah I'm a Fucking Genius!

Just as I was stroking my own ego at my own brilliant plan, something strange happened…

This feeling I looked down at my own hands and clenched them I closed my eyes and began to concentrate.

I felt something strange about myself it felt foreign it was a feeling that was hard to explain the more I thought about it.

The more difficult it became to point down it was like trying to explain color's to a blind person.

I know what this is! It's, Ki Sensing!

The more I concentrated the more clear the world around me became even with my eyes closed I felt like I could still see everything by feeling it through this foreign entity in my body .

But how did I learn it and why did it develop now of all times?

Something to be aware of especially in Dragon Ball is that a lot of things go unexplained like for example how did Vegeta learn Ki sensing? Or how power levels are kinda bullshit and inconsistent,

Things in the Dragon Ball world kinda play along with plot convenience and right now this felt like one hell of a plot convenience.

I immediately got a bad feeling in my stomach I understood very well that shit was about to hit the fan.

If this universe works the same way that the Dragon Ball story works then any moment now something is about to go horribly wrong...

I couldn't help but laugh at myself in one small corner of my mind as I realized how ridiculous I sounded.

After all I might still be suffering from some form of paranoia or PTSD due to my time inside of the hyperbolic time chamber.

My mind was still stuck in survival mode and I was on constant guard right now I was acting like a paranoid freak.

I suppressed my caution and decided to bathe and take a well deserved nap.

I used my newfound ki sense to locate Mr. Popo although he was most likely the biggest asshole to ever plague the planet.

My time with him in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber had eased my worry around him not because he wasn't scary but I was pretty sure he wouldn't kill me now.

After six years of nonstop abuse or as he calls it "training".

You start to adapt although I no longer feared for my life I still remained on guard because I knew that sick bastard would take any chance possible to make my life a living hell whenever he felt like it.

I found him attending to the trees and plants I walked up to him and asked if I could borrow his carpet to retrieve my space pod he agreed but on the condition that I bring him a souvenir.

It was hard to tell when Mr. Popo was being serious or not but I would rather avoid getting on his bad side for now at least until i'm stronger.

Just you wait when I get strong enough I'll make You Pay! And then some!

He waved his hand and a magic carpet appeared I got on and in an instant I was transported to the middle of the ocean.

The near Instantaneous transportation made me motion sick and I was too late in realizing what that fiends plan was.

When the magic carpet suddenly flipped upside down I was sent crashing into the middle of the ocean.

Vocado : "What the FuAaaaah!" (*Splash!)

I swam up for air immediately screaming at the top of my lungs!

Vocado : "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

(Meanwhile back at Kami's Lookout)

Mr.Popo: "Have a nice bath."

Mr.Popo began laughing his creepy laugh.

Later that night I had washed ashore and made my way to Korin's Tower trudging my way through the forest.

By using my Ki sense to track down the intentional signal Mr.Popo was releasing with his ki so that I could find my way back.

Fucking Asshole I grumbled as I continued walking.

Vocado : "Note to self don't get on flying magical carpets offered to you by sketchy evil genies."

When I arrived at my pod I climbed inside and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning the first thing I did was eat a senzu bean that I had stashed away in the Space Pod.

Instead of growing another saibamen to climb up to Korin's tower and get another Nimbus Cloud I decided to pilot my Space Pod.

Now that Kami was training me I see no problems with using it.

As Kami would not throw it off course again, suddenly a disturbing thought came to mind

"But Mr.Popo might."...