A Demon! (34)

Paragus and Mushro sweated as the pushed on.

"636!"

"637!"

"638!"

Paragus felt his muscles tightening as he went down and pushed up, his arm nearly spasming under his weight. When Mushro had challenged him to a stamina competition, he rashly accepted, he had no idea they would be doing one-armed push-ups for over an hour.

"Are you ok Paragus?"

And then there was that as well, Mushro's voice in his ear checking on him.

The worst part was Mushro's voice was completely genuine, he didn't seem to be insulting or teasing Paragus at all.

"We can stop if you-"

"I'm fine!"

After they had passed the 300-mark, they both slowed down as going on from there was very hard on their muscles and they silently declared the match a draw as they continued.

Mushro fell flat on his chest.

"Shit! I lost!" Mushro said.

"You're an awful actor," Paragus said sitting up, accepting his defeat.

"I'm telling you, find a Tsufurian woman, you'll have no stamina problems after that, trust me!" Mushro said, taking a sip of his water.

"Shut up," Paragus said, smiling involuntarily.

He had been spending a lot of time with Mushro in the gym especially now that Celery and Aspa were 'training' all the time exclusively.

"Your boy still in the chamber?" Mushro asked, stretching his legs.

"Yeah, he hasn't been out in a while," Paragus said walking towards the window.

"That kid is swole as hell! If I were his size when I was younger..." Mushro whistled sharply as he shook his head.

"You might want to take a look at this," Paragus said nonchalantly.

"What? Is your son being an absolute monstrosity again?" Mushro said, praising Broly.

Mushro knew at this point Broly was in a league of his own, as a Royal Consort he had clearance to more or less everything in Tuffle City and when he was bored once, he browsed through his file and saw his ridiculous performance. On top of that, he knew that some Robotic Weapon companies were using tapes of his fighting to program moves into their policing and defensive droids.

That was when he stopped comparing himself to Broly.

'When my little one is born, I'm gonna train them like crazy' he thought to himself as he peeped through the window.

"Kah!" Mushro's eyes expanded.

Broly jumped into the air, his legs parting forming a straight line, he lowered his back and a ball whizzed past, narrowly missing him. Broly hit the ground in a squat and back-flipped into the air, tucking his knees into his chest as he moved and the balls in the room seemed to avoid as he narrowly missed them time and time again.

Time seemed to slow down as Mushro stared into the room also calculating where the balls would land but shortly ended being overwhelmed, a ball that he hadn't considered always popping up where he would have moved to. It was only a few seconds later he realised.

"Broly is in the only place where he cannot be hit!" Mushro announced, shocked as he saw Broly navigate the room.

"Scary isn't it?" Paragus asked, completely used to Broly's ridiculousness.

"He's a demon!" Mushro said, almost in bewilderment as Broly, jumped and weaved the balls that struck from every angle.

"Just be happy he's on our side," Paragus said, turning around and approaching the bench press.

"Y-Yeah!" Mushro said in agreement, as he shook off his shock.

Several Hours Later

PAT!

A ball smashed into Broly's back and bounced towards the opposite wall.

"So 7 hours is where my current limit is," Broly said not even moving under the impact.

"Light Barrier!"

A much thinner but still firm ki barrier formed around Broly as he sat down onto the ground, regaining his breath. Broly was happy with his first try as he estimated he would make it to about 6 or so hours.

Sweat dripped down from Broly's chin and joined a shallow lake that was forming on the floor.

'I didn't know it was this bad,' Broly thought looking at his drenched trousers with a chuckle.

'Time to force a zenkai boost' he thought as he stood up.

"Meteor Explosion!"

The thin ki barrier around his body shifted outwards and exploded onto everything it touched, supercharging the balls that were in the room.

'This is going to hurt'

PAT!

PAT!

PAT!

The balls smashed into Broly who remained stationary in the centre as his body was assaulted from all angles.

Broly had wondered many times why Saiyans didn't use methods like this to forcefully strengthen their bodies. His father told him that Zenkai Boosts were common knowledge and so it didn't make sense why they didn't do something like this.

'Then again maybe their healing factor isn't as good as mine' Broly thought as the ki balls pummeled into his body, many smashing directly into his face.

'OWWWWWWW!' Broly screeched in his head.

20 minutes later

"De-activate!" Broly said quickly, before falling to the ground.

The potency of his zenkai boost was based on how abusive the hardship he faced was. Broly would try and push himself to his limit, often waiting well-after his limit was broken to try a force a stronger zenkai.

The walls lost their shine as ki dissipated and the balls, unable to cope with the energy losses from movement, bounced off Broly harmlessly.

Broly's body made an audible splash as it hit the lake of sweat beneath him.

'I knew we ate a lot but this is almost terrifying' Broly thought as his skin finally stopped stinging.

Broly wrapped his Body in a tiny layer of ki as life energy diffused onto his injuries.

"Many contusions and abrasions but no lacerations, at least there are a few fractures," Broly said slightly disappointed that he realised he wasn't injured severely.

Broly sat in his mini-lake of sweat for another hour until his body healed, many cuts and bruises now completely restored.

Broly then exited the dodge chamber.

'Cleaning Process Initiated' the Tsufurian Supercomputer thought as whirring occurred behind Broly.

Broly cast his eyes over the various gym equipment.

'Dad already went home' he thought as he slid onto the bench press.

'Oh well,' he said, beginning the first of a thousand repetitions.