Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction: Potential of Man - 9. Chapter 9
A New Routine
“Come along, Marron,” 18 encouraged. “If you want to be strong like your father, you need to keep up.” 18 was jogging at a fast pace in her new pink tracksuit with two white stripes running down the sides and white sneakers with Marron huffing and puffing behind in a brand new yellow tracksuit with two aqua blue stripes running down the sides and two sneakers of the same blue color. The young girl put her hair up into a small ponytail and did her best to keep up with her mother’s large stride with her little legs. For the last three weeks, 18 had been training Marron’s cardio and strength nearly every day. After school, she would fly herself and the girl up to Mt. Paozu to exercise. Their routine always started with a 10 mile run around the peak, then a 30-minute break for stretching, followed by 1 hour of strength training, and finally ended with a 30-minute sparring session.
Since they were very close to Goku’s home, sometimes Goten would come out and casually talk with Marron during training. Occasionally he would participate, but most of the time the fourteen-year-old would sit on the sidelines and cheer her on, which she appreciated. This time, Trunks and Goten were doing their own training and so it was just themselves and the mountain. 18 looked over her shoulder and smiled at the sight of her daughter breathing hard and doing the absolute best she could to match her speed. Her cheeks bright red with the flustered expression on her face made 18 chuckle. “Would you like us to take a break,” she turned around and asked, jogging backward.
The soon-to-be teen slowed down and leaned over, hands on her knees wheezing for air. “YES! *wheeze* PLEASE!” she yelled between breaths. Then her mother mercifully jogged back to her and stood there taking in the landscape. The area where Goku lived was truly stunning with the peak of Mt. Pauzo stretching towards the sky, the gorgeous cascading waterfalls on some of the smaller mountains, and the flourishing forests surrounding the little valley where the Son family resided. The sky was empty and shone a bright blue with the exception of a few puffing clouds here and there. 18 put her hands on her hips and let out a little whistle. “I can see why 17 wanted to be a ranger,” she breathed, “Waking up to a see a sight like this every morning would be really nice.” Then she glanced down at the girl for a moment, who was starting to catch her breath again and then down to a few rocks littering the path they recently made. She transitioned her hands into her pockets and considered, kicking a few rocks, “I wonder how he’s doing. Or even what he’s doing. I’m certain he’s not causing any trouble. If he did, I would have heard about it or seen it on the news.” Then she looked back up at the landscape. Far down in the valley was Goku’s little home and farm a small ways away. She smiled and laughed to herself. “I miss ya, brother,” she said aloud.
“What did you say, Mom,” Marron straightened herself with her hands behind her neck. “Do you miss Dad?”
18 turned to her and smiled. “I do miss him,” she replied and looked towards the sky. “And sure he misses us too. I bet he’s a little worried and Whis is probably putting him through the wringer as we speak.” She paused, closing her eyes for a moment and felt the breeze blow across her face whipping her short blonde hair behind her. “But,” she continued, “I know he’s giving it his all. Doing everything he possibly can to get stronger.”
Marron looked up at her mom’s face and giggled. “You REALLY love Daddy,” she said in a sing-song voice.
18 quickly looked at Marron and stared her down with a deadly expression. The movement was so sudden that it made her shriek for a second. Then her expression quickly softened and she placed her left hand on her round little head. “Ya got that right kiddo,” she smiled ruffling her hair, “Because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Break times over, Marron. Time to get back training. We still have 3 miles left,” 18 said quickly jogging ahead.
“Hey! Wait up!” she yelled after her mother. “Your not the one wearing 5 lb weights on your arms and legs! This isn’t fair!”
Marron and 18 finished their remaining miles and break and were just getting ready for strength training. This routine consisted of three sets of 100 jumping jacks, 100 push-ups, 100 crunches, and 100 squats. After that, 18 would drill Marron in basic combat drills using all manner of punches and kicks as well as how to slip past attacks and counter.
The girl punched and kicked at her mother’s extended hands as best as she could. Although it had only been three weeks, she adapted pretty quickly to her training regiment. However, doing all of those exercises carrying weights on her wrists and ankles really made it difficult for her and she had no problem verbalizing her discomfort.
As soon as Marron finished her last round kick, she dramatically fell to her knees and let out a whiny groan. “Can I please take off these weights?” she begged, “They make my arms and legs feel sooo heavy.”
18 leaned back a little and replied, “Not unless you want to be a strong warrior. Be happy I didn’t give you heavier weights.”
Marron flashed a rebellious glare at her mother. “But you’re not wearing any weights!” the tween accused pointing her finger.
Mother replied with her once trademarked icy stare for a good long minute. The first second was more than enough to make the girl take back her accusation, but the remaining fifty-nine seconds were a punishment. Then when the minute was up, 18 cooly unzipped her pink tracksuit and revealed a weighted shirt hidden below the jacket. Marron was lightly stunned and quietly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t know… How much does it weigh?”
“50 tons,” 18 coldly replied. “I asked Dende to make me some weighed clothing so I could get something out of our training sessions as well.” She then zipped up her jacket and exposed both of her wrists and ankles, each of which was strapped with a dark blue weighted band. “Each of these bands weighs 12.5 tons. So, in total, I’m carrying 100 tons which is a lot more than the 20 lbs you are carrying.”
Marron blinked a few times and a look of confusion crossed her face. She smiled nervously and inquired, “What’s a ton?”
18 gestured a one with her left hand and said, “One ton weighs 2,000 lbs, which is 100 times more than what you’re wearing. And so 100 tons is equal to 200,000 lbs”
A look of shock flooded Marron’s face at her new understanding of the weight. But then that gave way to a look of admiration as she shot up with stars in her eyes screaming, “That’s so cool!” She was on her feet now. “Do you think Mr. Dende could make me some weighted clothing like yours?”
Mother inserted her hands into her jacket pockets and replied, “If you can manage to go through training WITHOUT complaining about the weights, I’ll consider it. But first, you need to get used to the ones you have, because it only gets heavier from there.”
Marron crossed her arms and kicked a nearby pebble with a sour expression. Then she stared at the ground.
“If you don’t do the work,” 18 stated, “Then you aren’t going to grow.”
The girl didn’t respond. Just stood there and pouted for a good few moments. Then she let out a exasperated sigh, straightened herself and looked back up with a determined look. “Okay. I’ll try.”
Mother smiled. “Then are you ready for our sparring session?” she asked stretching her arm across her chest.
Maron stretched her legs and replied, “Ready when you are.”
After their brief stretch, 18 rushed at marron and started throwing loose punches and kicks. Marron was able to block and dodge about half of them, but unfortunately, she couldn’t do much about the remaining half. They didn’t hurt very much, Mother made certain to pull all of her attacks, however, they were just hard enough to be uncomfortable.
Marron got hit with a jab-cross-hook combination which threw her to the side. Thankfully, she rolled off of the ground, back onto her feet, and lunged at her mother, throwing nothing but jabs and crosses. 18 blocked all of her daughter’s strikes with ease and after catching a cross, threw a scary-looking uppercut. Marron was able to dodge most of it but got nicked in the chin.
She quickly shook her head and pivoted as far as she could to deliver the strongest round kick she could muster. 18 blocked it, but this was long enough to wrench her arm from Mother’s grasp and resume her assault.
For the remainder of their sparring session, they fought back and forth equally, although it was obvious that 18 wasn’t trying. For a few moments, Marron would be on the offensive and then for a few moments, 18 would be on the offensive. Although the girl didn’t land a single strike, 18 allowed her to get just close enough to encourage her to keep fighting, and it worked like a charm.
Finally, 18 caught Marron’s haymaker and smiled. “Time’s up. Good job, kiddo,” she said releasing the tween’s fist. Poor Marron was absolutely sapped of energy and breathing hard, but she smiled and said, “Thanks *gasp* Mom,” as she collapsed onto the ground. 18 walked over to Marron and knelt by her head. She pulled a small brown sack out of her pocket and popped out a senzu bean. “Eat up, Marron,” she stated as she held out the bean.
The tired girl raised her hand up to grab the bean when Goten flew by and landed just a few feet away.
“Hiya Marron and Mrs. Krillin!” the teen cheerfully greeted. He had gotten a little taller since the last time they met and was only a few inches shorter than 18. His build was lean and his arms were more nicely etched than when he fought in the last Martial Arts Tournament. But he still sported his father’s frazzled hair and orange gi and it made him look like a teenage version of Goku.
“Just call me 18, kid,” she sighed. “Mrs. Krillin just sounds weird.”
“Oh, sorry Mrs. 18,” Goten apologized with his hand on his neck wearing that goofy smile of his.
“Close enough,” 18 rolled her eyes. “Anyway, what brings you here?”
“Oh, I just wanted to tell you that Mom invited you both over for dinner,” Goten proclaimed. “Mom noticed the time and asked me to see if wanted to join us.”
“That sounds very nice. What do you say, Marron?” 18 asked looking at the tired girl laying on the ground.
Marron had finally caught her breath and slowly sat up and, looking at Goten. “I’d like that. Thanks, Goten.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” the boy replied. “You’ve been working hard these last few weeks.” Marron leaned forward and tried to stand up, but was still exhausted from today’s training. Seeing this, Goten ran over and offered a hand, “Here, let me help you.” Marron accepted his offer and he gently pulled her up.
Once on her feet, she looked up and saw that she was face to face with the young saiyan. Marron’s eyes widened and she quickly turned around and covered her glowing red face.
Goten blinked and asked, “What’s wrong, Marron? Is something on my face?” he inquired pointing to himself. Then looking to 18, who was wearing a devilish grin, the inquisitive teen asked, “I don’t have anything on my face, do I Mrs. 18?”
Marron’s mother chuckled to herself and responded, “No Goten, you look just fine.”
The young teen turned away from Marron, crossed his arms, and wondered what in the world could have prompted Marron to turn and cover her face so suddenly. Finding no answers, he shrugged, turned, and checked, “So I’ll see you there?”
Marron was still covering her face and didn’t move. So 18 spoke for her and said, “Yup. You go on ahead though. Marron and I will catch up with ya.”
“Great! I’ll go tell Mom. See you soon Mrs 18. You too Marron,” he waved. Then he turned around and took to the air and down to his little home in the valley by Mt. Pauzo.
Once he was out of sight, 18 looked to Marron with a sly grin. The poor girl lifted her head and crossed her arms. She turned away from her mother to hide the red emanating from her cheeks, but 18 could still see their glow from a mile away. “Soooo… Goten’s nice.”
18 decided to place nice and not tease Marron about Goten… for now at least. So after the girl got another moment or two to recuperate and let the redness die down, she hopped on her mother’s back and the two flew down to the Son family’s home for one of Chi Chi’s hearty meals.
Since Goten found out that 18 and Marron were training in their neighborhood, Chi Chi would sometimes invite the two over for dinner. Afterward, the two wives would chat the evening away while Marron, Goten, and sometimes Trunks talked and played board games. Goku would mostly go outside in the front yard and shadow box with himself. But if he wasn’t shadow boxing, he would sit on the grass and enjoy the sunset.
The two families became a lot closer because of 18 and Marron’s training routine and as a result, they would join them for dinner almost every evening. Marron was very studious and made sure to finish her homework before school ended so she could have personal time after training. But sometimes she would need to bring her homework with her to finish after dinner. Today was such a day, and after she had taken a quick shower, Marron pulled out her books and homework and got straight to work. Goku and Goten walked outside and did some light sparring while 18 helped Chi Chi wash the dishes.
While they worked, the two wives talked about this and that, about Marron’s progress, about Goten and his grades, about Gohan and Videl and their child Pan, about Goku and Vegeta who are still training as usual, and finally about Krillin. “So,” Chi Chi started, “How is Krillin’s training with Whis coming along?”
18 shrugged and replied, “Last I heard, Whis told me he was about as strong as me. Maybe even stronger.”
Chi Chi almost dropped plate she was washing. She stared at 18 and replied, “That’s remarkable! He’s already as strong as you?” Although she wasn’t a fighter anymore, she knew about the android’s power.
“That was almost a month ago,” she simply continued, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he could beat me with an arm and a leg tied behind his back.” 18 tilted her head back and sighed, “I just wish he told me before running off like that.”
“I agree with you there,” Chi Chi consoled, “But you don’t need to worry about that.” She looked up from her dishes and gazed at the front yard. Goku and Goten were still sparring out on the lawn until Goku grabbed his son from behind and rolled around the grass. They both sprawled out and started laughing hysterically, and the goofy sight made her smile.
18 saw the sight and gingerly asked, “Do you ever get upset with Goku?”
“Oh, sister you have no idea,” she heavily sighed. “After the whole ordeal with Freeza back on Namek, he refused to come home because he wanted to train with some random aliens. Then after Cell killed him and we were going to bring him back with the dragon balls he refused to come home AGAIN. And I won’t even mention life in the bed-“
“SHH! I have a daughter here,” 18 hushed and quickly pointed with her eyes. Marron was thankfully engrossed with her homework and didn’t hear anything.
“Oh. Sorry 18,” Chi Chi laughed. “I was getting a little heated back there.”
18 finished drying the last dish and the two dried their hands and sat down on their couch in the living room watching Goku and Goten tumble on the grass.
18 bit her lip for a moment and asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you keep loving him? In spite of everything I mean?”
Chi Chi rested her chin on her hand and continued gazing out the window. Then she turned and replied, “Because he’s a good man. Sure he is insufferable and always training somewhere with Vegeta or Whis, but he really is a good man and he truly loves us. Sure he’s bad at expressing it, but he trains as hard as he can so he can defend our little home.”
“Hmm.” 18’s eyes drifted to the floor. She thought for a minute smiled. “Krillin IS a good man,” she thought. “I’m still going to smack him when he gets back though,” she quipped.
“That’s the only way they learn,” Chi Chi laughed.
Author’s Note: Merry belated Christmas everyone! I tried to write and publish this on Christmas day, but I kept getting distracted and I wanted to make sure this was a good long chapter. So some of you mentioned in the comments a while back that Marron is actually younger in the Super timeline. I checked their ages in online and saw that you were right and that I messed up. So for my story I decided to make Marron 12, Goten 14, and Trunks 15. I know that Goten and Trunks are 4 and 5 years older in the original canon, but I wanted them to make them a little older. I didn’t like that they were portrayed to be even younger than they were in the Buu saga, so I aged them a bit. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I wish you all a Happy New Year. Cheers!