Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction: Potential of Man - 3. Chapter 3
And So it Begins
“Morning, Whis,” a yawning Beerus greeted as he slumped toward the table.
“Good morning to you too, Lord Beerus,” the angel replied setting the table for the sluggish deity. “How was your nap?”
“Not long enough,” he replied with another yawn. Then in contempt, he asked, “And how is your new protege?”
“He’s sound asleep in his room.”
Beerus paused and sighed, “Please tell me you didn’t make that dwarf his own room too.”
“Fully furnished with a lovely view of the lake,” the angel simply replied placing another tray of delicacies on the table. “He made remarkable progress already. I’m quite impressed in fact.”
“And why is that?” Beerus annoyedly asked.
Whis paused for a moment looking down and smiled. “He managed to spar with me for nearly seven days.”
“Really?” the deity disinterestedly replied. “And how hard were you going?” He inquired as he began to gorge himself on his breakfast.
The angel set the last dish on the table and said, “I was using about a trillionth of a percent of my power.”
The god of destruction stared at his attendant with an eyebrow raised, as if he was saying, “English please.” Whis sighed and repeated his statement in a way the Beerus would understand. “About the same level as Frieza before he was resurrected.”
Beerus eyes bulged and he started choking on his food. After punching his chest a few times and finally swallowing his mouth-full, he blurted, “What was that?”
“Krillin essentially fought on equal grounds with me at Frieza’s old power level,” Whis replied as he folded his apron and put it away.
The god of destruction leaned back in his chair and placed his hand on his chin, thinking. He was intrigued by how mere human could get as strong as the former emperor of the galaxy, even though it was weaker than the power he recently attained. “And about how strong is the dwarf now since he got here?”
Whis smiled and replied, “He has gotten three times stronger since his arrival here. And I expect him to make many more strides than this.”
“Really?” A smile slightly formed at the corner of Beerus’ mouth. “Interesting.”
“Well, it’s high time that our dear little friend was awakened,” the angel said as he headed for Krillin’s room. “Twenty-four hours is more than enough time to recuperate.”
The angel walked into the room where Krillin was sleeping. He was still in the new uniform Whis had given him which was now stained and dirtied from his first week of training. The angel saw this and smiled. He was already very impressed with Krillin’s progress. Fighting non-stop for almost a whole week is not an easy feat. But now the real training begins.
“Good morning, Krillin. It’s time to wake up,” Whis chimed.
No response. Not any movement or sound. He was out cold.
“Krillin, it’s time to wake up,” the angel said a little more loudly, nudging the motionless body with his staff.
Still no response.
The angel looked for a moment and, sighing, said, “Looks like we’ll need to do this the hard way.” And with that, Whis picked Krillin up and threw him outside his window into the lake. His body hit the water with a loud splash and after about a minute, he burst out of the water’s surface, disoriented, coughing, and gasping for air.
“Ah. Your awake now,” the angel yelled from the window.
“Whis!?” Krillin coughed, “Why am I out here?!”
“You were sound asleep for twenty-four hours and wouldn’t wake up. So I decided to give you a hand.”
“You didn’t have to chuck me into the lake, for crying out loud!” he yelled.
“True, but you did need a bath. If I remember correctly, your last shower was about eight days ago.”
Krillin made no response to this. He simply grumbled that Whis still didn’t need to throw him into the lake.
After their brief exchange, the angel invited him to have some breakfast. The short man just noticed that he actually was very hungry. Fighting seven days tends to do that. So he swam to the shore and after standing a moment to catch his breath, flew to the window and begrudgingly joined the angel.
When Krillin reached the window, Whis held out a new fighting gi for him, same as the one he had on. He quickly changed and followed the angel to the dining room. Beerus had finished his banquet and was picking his teeth with one of his nails. When he saw Krillin enter the room, he glared at him for a moment, and then stood up and walked out.
“Looks like Lord Beerus is warming up to you,” the angel said cheerfully.
Krillin cocked his head for a moment and look at Whis with confusion. “I was only here for a little more than a week and he was asleep for most of it.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” the angel playfully jabbed. “I have known Beerus for millennia. I can tell.”
“I hope so. Because I don’t want to die again just yet.”
Soon enough, Krillin finished his breakfast and Whis walked his student over to the edge of the planet, or more accurately, pyramid. He and the angel walked onto a purple surface and Whis spawned a cube with two cylinders attached to the top from thin air.
“Alright now Krillin,” Whis began. “What I’d like you to do is to carry this weight around the perimeter of our planet.”
Krillin looked at his teacher and then to his weight. “Okay. That doesn’t sound so hard.” Then he inserted his arms through the cylinders and attempted to lift it. The weight felt like it was attached to the ground.
“It won’t budge! It’s too heavy!”
Krillin tried again, pulling and pulling with all his might. For a few moments the block didn’t move, veins began to show on his arms and forehead. But then after about twenty seconds, it creaked and he was finally able to lift it. But only just.
“Very good, Krillin,” Whis said. “Now if I may give a piece of advice, you may want to run.”
Krillin quickly looked behind him and saw a piece of the purple surface dissolve and disappear entirely, just a few feet away. And that was all the motivation he needed to start bolting around the planet, much to his surprise. He wasn’t really bolting, but more so taking large steps as fast as he could, but it was faster than he expected since he was carrying a ridiculously heavy weight.
The disappearing sidewalk was following his heels during his entire circuit. When Krillin came to the end, the ground beneath him vanished, but he was saved because the weight landed on the edge of the purple surface in front of him, much to his relief. Whis was waiting patiently for him and helped him up from the edge whilst restoring the ground beneath Krillin’s feet.
Much to Krillin’s surprise, although he was sore, he felt energized at the same time and asked his instructor for what was next. Whis smiled his usual smile and led him to a valley where he created some weighted gear and made Krillin do ten thousand one handed handstand push ups on both sides.
After that, Whis lightly sparred with him, then sent him off to bed.
“Hey, Whis,” Krillin asked as he was walking away.
“Yes, Krillin,” the angel responded.
“I was just wondering… Is there a way I can talk to 18 and Marron?”
“Of course. I can contact them with my staff. Would you like to talk to them?”
“I do but…” Krillin looked at the ground with a sad expression on his face. “It’s just I feel so guilty for not bothering to tell them I was heading off. It all happened so quickly and I was so excited that I completely forgot about 18 and Marron.”
“You do not need to worry,” Whis replied. “I told Bulma to inform your family of your sudden departure. They know you’re here.”
“You did?” Krillin looked back at the angel. He was surprised but wasn’t at the same time. “Thank you. That was very kind.” But then Krillin looked back the ground with a sad expression again, wringing his hands slightly.
Whis took note of this and brought up 18 on his staff. “Hello? 18, are you there?”
Krillin nearly jumped out of his skin. “What are you doing?!” he quietly yelled.
“Hello? Whis, is that you?” 18 responded.
“It is. Krillin said he wanted to speak with you.” And with that, Whis held the staff to Krillin. He could see 18 looking at him in the orb.
“Uh, hi 18,” he said weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are you?”
“So it’s true. You are training with Whis.”
“It is,” Krillin said sadly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and Marron in person. That was very irresponsible of me.”
“… Yeah. It was,” 18 replied. She paused for a moment. “Krillin.”
“If you want me to forgive you, you better be stronger than me when you get back. Or else I’m gonna kick your butt and then forgive you.”
Krillin smiled at this. “You can cou-“
“Believe it or not,” Whis interrupted. “At the rate his current rate, Krillin will far surpass you in a couple of days. In fact, I’d say he’s almost as strong as you right now.”
“What are you doing?!” Krillin whispered gritting his teeth. “Don’t give her any ideas!”
Whis simply smiled and laughed the way he typically did.
“Is that so?” Krillin’s stomach dropped. He had a very bad feeling what she was going to say. “In that case, you need to beat Goku if you want me to forgive you.”
“Really?” Whis smirked, looking to Krillin.
“Hehehe. That’s a little much, don’t you think, 18?” he nervously laughed.
“I’m sure Whis has a few tricks up his sleeve to whip you into shape. Don’t you, Whis?”
The angel smiled innocently. The devilish kind. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”
“Good. Then this shouldn’t be a problem, right Krillin?”
Krillin starred at the ground, defeated. He knew that there was no way around this. 18’s mind was made up, and it wasn’t going to changed.
“Ya sure I can’t come over and just accept the beating? I’m used to it.”
“Nope. It has to be real. I’m not letting you give up and weasel out of this. You’re doing this by the book.”
She was determined, and Krillin knew better than to challenger her when she’s like this.
“Also, you need to do this the day before Marron’s thirteenth birthday.”
Krillin’s eyes bulged. “That’s only six months! You can’t be serious!”
“I’ll see you then. Love you Krillin.”
“But 18 I-“
The angel pulled the staff away. “Unfortunately, she walked away. I don’t believe she wants to talk to you anymore.”
Krillin collapsed to his knees. He was gawking at the ground, laughing nervously. “She wants me to get strong enough to beat Goku, who has attained the power of the gods, in six months. She really wants me to die, doesn’t she?”
“Why don’t you go off to bed,” Whis suggested. “You’re going to need all the rest you can get because, after today, I’m going to make you one of the strongest warriors in the universe.”
Krillin gulped. “What did I get myself into?”