Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction: Potential of Man - 7. Chapter 7
Krillin woke up in a daze. He pulled off the covers and looked around, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. He was in his room again and it looked as if Whis had restored it back to normal after all the damage Beerus caused earlier. However, this time, Whis had left him a few new accessories. Sitting beside the window was a little dresser about four feet high with three decently sized drawers. To the left were three pairs of blue shoes, to the right there was a full-sized mirror, and on top of the dresser was a little vase with a lovely flower sticking out with large vase with bright glowing blue pedals that transitioned to purple at the base. The vase looked like a clear crystal that was thicker at the base and elegantly sloped upward into a thin ring at the top.
After Krillin got a good new look of his room, he stepped out of bed to examine his new dresser. Inside the bottom drawer was three sets of undergarments on the left as well as some kind of shorts that seemed like pajamas on the right. He picked up a pair of underwear and then looked at it, thinking to himself how strange and funny it was that he could ever forget to ask for something so basic and yet so necessary. He took a look at the middle drawer and saw that they were filled with pairs of white gi’s on the left and red sashes on the right. He closed this drawer and took a look at the final drawer on the top. This drawer had pairs of orange gi’s with the turtle symbol on it and a few pairs of indigo sashes on the right. Krillin was surprised to see this, but also appreciated Whis’ thoughtfulness.
After changing into some fresh underwear, he donned the traditional orange and blue gi and stood in front of the new mirror. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction. It felt good to be in the old uniform and after a quick stretch or two, he headed to the dining room where Beerus would obviously be finishing his meal again.
When Krillin opened the door, he jumped for a moment to see Whis waiting for him on the other side.
“Did you like the new additions to your room?” he asked with that ever-present smile.
Krillen straightened himself. “Yes, I did. Thank you very much, master,” he said with a bow.
“Oh no need to be so formal,” he said waving his hand. “I’m honestly a little embarrassed I hadn’t thought about your necessities sooner. For that you have my apologies,” he said rubbing the back of his neck with mild embarrassment. “By the way, did you notice that you have hair and a beard now?” the angel pointed out.
“… huh?” He gingerly felt his chin and then, almost in horror, started feeling his head. “WHAT!?” Krillin ran back to the new mirror and looked himself over. Sure enough, he had a slightly grizzled beard growing along with jet black hair almost an inch long. He ran his fingers through his hair and over his beard. Krillin then stood up and hung his head back with a depressed sigh. “How long have I been out this time?”
“Only a night,” Whis replied stepping into the room.
Krillin then leaned over with his hands on his knees and let out a huge sigh of relief. “I thought I was out for much longer than a night. But how come I didn’t notice it earlier?”
“Well you were too preoccupied with training and you hadn’t seen a mirror in a few weeks. It could happen to anyone.”
“I guess it could,” Krillin said standing back to his feet.
“Shall we off to breakfast?” the angel asked gesturing with his orbital staff.
Krillin inspected himself in the mirror one more time running his hand through his hair and rubbing his new beard. “Huh. I think I’ll keep it for now. Doesn’t look half bad,” he said smiling. He put his hand to his side and looked back to his master. “Yeah. I think I could have a little breakfast right about now.”
The two walked out of the room and down the hall until they reached the dining room. Beerus was there, feet kicked up on the table leaning back in his chair taking a nap with his mouth gaping open and a few droplets of drool forming at the edge of his mouth. Krillin was relieved that he was currently out and took his seat at the opposite side of the long table. Whis set before him a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, rice, and curry with a cup of orange juice and water on the side. Krillin gorged himself and finished the whole meal, orange juice and water included. Then after he went to the restroom, Whis and his student took to the air towards their training grounds.
When the landed Whis spawned a yellow weighted suit that looked very cumbersome to move around in and gave it to Krillin.
“You expect me to train wearing that thing all day?” Krillin asked.
“That would be correct,” the angel simply replied. “You will also be prohibited from using your ki to assist you with the exercises.”
Krillin shot Whis a look of shock and disbelief. “WHAT!? How do you expect me to get anything done!?”
“By… um… how is it you say on Earth?” the angel said placing his finger on his chin thoughtfully. “Ah! That’s right. By ‘muscling through it’,” he said with a look of satisfaction.
Once he managed to get the suit on, which weighed about 20 tons total, the angel made Krillin do 100 jumping-jacks, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run the perimeter of the planet 10 times for a warmup.
After the run, Krillin threw himself on his back from exhaustion, leaving a small crater about forty feet in diameter. He was breathing very hard and every muscle in his body was screaming. “Can I please have a break?” he pleaded. “My body feels like it’s on fire. Or at the very least, let me use my ki for a little help.”
Whis walked over to his student and stood over him. His face was surprisingly serious. “Krilin…,” he started, “… do you want to get stronger?”
Krillin struggled to sit up and then turned around looking at him. “Huh?”
“Do you want to get stronger?”
The short warrior’s memories went back to the dusty grey surface of the moon? He remembered the hot tears that stained his face and he saw the angel’s hand on his shoulder, comforting him. Then he saw the angel’s kindly face and heard him offer, “Would you like me to train you to defend your planet with a power similar to, if not greater than the saiyans?” Krillin remembered those words that gave him hope and what he managed to accomplish since getting there. How he was able to fight Whis for an entire week, how he managed to hold Whis’ ki ball in spite of its unyielding weight, and he even survived an encounter with the God of Destruction. “If I can do all that, I can get through anything Whis throws at me.”
The man heaved himself on to his hands and knees and managed to push himself back up to his feet. Once standing, he gave Whis a determined look. “I’m ready now.” Whis smiled and then made him do 2,000 punches with his left and right hand. These consisted of jabs, crosses, hooks, uppercuts, palm-heels, knife-hands, and back-fists. Then after those were done, he was required to do 2,000 kicks per legs which consisted of front, round, hook, side, back, twist, and crescent kicks. After that came a 5-hour sparring session. For 1 hour, Krillin had one leg tied behind his back, then after that the other leg, then one hand tied behind his back, and then the other. For the remaining hour, they sparred normally, without any handicap to hinder Krillin. Whis didn’t give him any room breathe during the entire session, handicap or no, but to his credit, Krillin fought back as hard as he could, doing his best to be as offensive as possible.
When they were done, the valiant dwarf collapsed on the ground breathing very hard making another large crater in the process. The whole suit was soaked from the inside out and every muscle in his body was burning.
“Come, come now,” Whis said, “You don’t want to sleep in that disgusting thing now do you?”
Krillin rolled to his side and heaved himself as hard as he could to his feet, but to no avail. He managed to get to his hands and knees, but that was as far as he got. The angel decided to be merciful this time and removed the weighted suit himself. I suppose you can say that he “popped” the suit out of existence.
The weight now gone, Krillin managed to stagger to his feet. “Let’s go have some dinner, shall we? After today’s efforts, you have certainly earned it.” Krillin, now almost depleted of any energy whatsoever could do nothing more than give an exhausted smile and slowly follow Whis as they flew back to the temple. Once they arrived, Whis gave him a relatively small dinner of salad, rice, and beans. After that, Krillin was dismissed and he took a much-needed shower, put on some new pajamas and underwear, got in bed, and passed out.
The next day, Krilin woke up and took a look at his hair and beard. The beard was a little thicker now and he found that he was really liking the new look. He styled his har a little, making it look the way it did when Beerus first came to Earth, and then grinned in satisfaction. After that, put on a white gi and red sash, fixed his hair, and then exited his abode meeting Whis, once again directly outside his door. They went to breakfast and after that to training once again. Whis spawned another cumbersome yellow training suit, again weighing 20 tons, and again prohibiting Krillin from using his ki. They went through the same routine. A hard warm up, lots of punches and kicks with the number steadily increasing by the day, and a 5-hour hell of merciless sparring followed by a small dinner, Krillin’s dismissal, him taking a shower, and then going off to bed.
This routine continued for about 3 of those precious few months, the only main difference being the steadily increasing weight on his training suit, the increasing number of punches and kicks, and the increasing difficulty of his exercises. Over time, the exercises actually got easier and easier for Krillin, even though he was wearing a weighted suit nearly at all times. Eventually, he decided that he didn’t like the beard and shaved it off, but he kept his hair. He enjoyed running his fingers through his hair again. Although he didn’t know it, Beerus would watch them train from a distance every once in a while. He would stand or sit down on a distant cliff, just far enough to be out of Krillin’s sight and just close enough for Beerus to see the action. Sometimes he would come and watch for a few minutes then leave and other times he would stay an watch for hours, but he always left before they were finished. Whis was privy to the cat’s vigils but didn’t bring it up. He knew that would displease Beerus greatly. Then one day after Krillin finished his now 10,000 punches and kicks from each side, Whis said, “I believe it’s time to see what you can do without that annoying suit on, don’t you think?” Beerus was watching.
Krillin wiped the sweat from his brow. “Really? Can I use my ki now too?” he requested.
“Absolutely,” Whis grinned.
With that, Krillin excitedly ripped off the suit and powered up. His transparent aura erupted and engulfed him like a massive bonfire, causing the ground below him to explode beneath his power. Aside from when he flew to the training grounds and back, he never used it and over the last 3 months, he almost forgot what it was like to use ki. But man did it feel good to use it again. After the dust settled and cleared away, you could see krillin floating there with a very large grin plastered on his face.
Whis stepped into his stance with his staff in hand and said, “Shall we began?”
“You bet,” Krillin replied getting into his own stance.
Krillin took the initiative and rushed at Whis with an over-hook punch which Whis blocked with ease. But the impact created a crater nearly 100 feet in diameter. Both fighters disappeared with a blur. The only thing that could be seen were the thousands of shockwaves that left nothing but dust in its wake. But Beerus could see every moment of that fight. He saw how much Krillin has improved, not only in his strength, speed, and agility but his ki usage, albeit a bit rusty, was more efficient than it was before. He saw Krillin smiling as he fought, even though he was still no match for Whis. He had a new strength in him. A confidence he didn’t have before. The man Beerus first saw on his planet was gone and a newer, not only stronger, but determined and confident man had taken his place. Beerus hated seeing this. It made him sick to his stomach… and yet in spite of this, he smiled. A proud one.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry I took a while to post this, but I hope you like it all the same. Leave any advice or criticisms you have in the comments below and take care.