((Training takes place before Myrad came to earth on Vegeta))
Voices of the began to fill Myrad's head. It wasn't just anyone's voice and it wasn't just one voice, there five voices. They screamed in Myrad's head berating him on his weakness and taunting him to grow stronger. At first Myrad was able block out the voices but that was when the voices were mere whispers. Now they were like the as loud as booming thunder, just after lightning strikes. There was only one way to get even a single moment of silence, and that was by training, but not just any training but only the most mentally and physically straining that was possible.
Walking in the training room Myrad put on the weighted gear on every part of his body, even his tail. Sighing as he put on the weights he felt as his body was getting heavier and heavier. The weights made it harder for him to move. Taking a deep breath Myrad began to stretch with his left arm he extended his arm and extended his right arm in the opposite direction. Holding that position for a few minutes Myrad tried to concentrate his energy and mind on the task. As time went by his breath got heavier and his arms began to tire.
“Aww you can’t even hold your arms up? aww does the little baby need help” One of the voices asked it’s tone mocking the fact that Myrad was beginning to tire.
“Not... yet.” Myrad mumbled. His pride would not allow him to be mocked by anyone especially not the voice in his head.
Pulling one of his legs up into the air Myrad began to balance himself on his one leg that was on the ground. In his mind the only way to get the voices too quiet down the voices was to up the difficulty. Myrad was probably going to regret straining himself on the warm up, the point of the beginning exercise was to get himself use to the weights before trying to perform the real exercises.
“Come on... A baby could pull that off with ease, COME ON DO IT PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT” Another voice yelled it sounded female. Myrad began to hop on the one foot, sweat began to form on his brow and his muscles began to tire even faster.
After hopping on one leg for what seemed like an hour, Myrad finally lost his balance and fell on the ground. In his head a myriad of laughter began to echo through the the large cave known as his skull. Punching the ground Myrad cursed. No likes to be laughed at, especially Myrad. In his rage he began to attempt to do pushups.
Pushing his body off and on the ground sweat began to fall of his head, nose and muscles onto the cold hard tiled ground. His breath began to grow heavier and heavier, his muscles began to tire even more but it wasn’t enough. The sound of laughter still rang true in the confines of Myrad’s skull edging him, taunting him, and pushing him to train harder.
“Come on weakling, Is that all you got? Come on... break a sweat for once and stop playing around.” the first voice laughed.
Complying with the voice he pushed off with his feet until he was doing a handstand. Wincing he didn’t know how long he could hold it. Pushing downward while doing his handstand Myrad began to do pushups. He would let his body fall down till his face was a mere inch then push himself back up to arm’s length. He continued to push himself downward lower and lower decreasing the distance between his face to the ground until his face was a mere 5 centimeters from the ground. He continuously tried to push himself closer but when he attempted to hit the 4 centimeter mark he ended up falling on his back.
Exhaling loudly, Myrad found what he was looking for... Silence... Unfortunately it only lasted until he caught his breath. Once he regained the air in his lungs the voices bombarded his head. They laughed, they mocked, and they jeered at his warm-up. They poked fun at how light the weight he was wearing was. They laughed at the fact he was unable to close the 4 centimeter mark. They even laughed at how much he was sweating.
Feeling his rage boil inside of himself Myrad quickly got on his feet and raised his arms in a fighting stance. Gritting his teeth Myrad began to imagine an opponent standing in front of him. Hopping up and down Myrad began to throw his punches at the imaginary being. He sent multiple combinations. Left, Right, Right, Left. Jab, Kick, Jab, Jab, and Uppercut. Minute by Minute Myrad sent many combinations both simple and complex, but his imaginary aspiration didn’t move nor react to the onslaught. Of course why would it, it was imaginary after all, but Myrad grunted in displeasure in the lack of movement.
His fists intensity began to increase, as did his kicks and his combinations. Myrad breath got heavier and his movement began to speed faster as he continued to will the projection to react to at least one of his hits. The projection did not move a inch. Scowling Myrad could once again hear the voices.
“HAAHHAHAH IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!!!”
“COME ON!!! You’ve got to have something”
“AHAHAHAHHA Come on, get serious.. I doubt he even felt it”
Frowning and putting as much force as he could muster into his combinations Myrad finally verbalized the words in his mind. “SHUT UP!!!” Then as if by magic the mental projection reacted. It happened so fast that Myrad couldn’t possibly recount what happened. All he knew was that at one moment he was throwing a punch at the projection and then he ended up lying flat on his back looking at the ceiling of the training room.
Standing before him wasn’t a projection of his mind. No it was one of his brothers, the only one who was younger than him. Kale and his two little clones, that looked to be his grunts.
First it was one, he started up with a powerful kick to Myrad’s stomach. As Myrad began to double over the clone lifted Myrad by his hair up to the clones face. The clone decided to let his skull collide with Myrad’s skull. Letting go of Myrad’s hair the clone sent out a brutal combination using only his fists. The combination was something Myrad would have been able to counter if it wasn’t for his reduced strength and the weights on his body. The clone rain down his fist only techniques before kicking Myrad toward the training room wall. Myrad’s back smacked into the hard cold training room wall. When he slid down he slumped over.
His clones began to move closer and closer to Myrad. The first one grabbing Myrad by the neck who at this point began to cough blood gave a familiar laugh. Myrad blinked and the clones image to Myrad began to transform. Instead of it being a mirror image of Kale, the clones transformed into his other brothers.
“Kale.... “ Myrad said in between coughing. Tears began to mix with his sweat as they slowly began to roll down his face. “Your dead. When I get back up.”
“HA, Yeah right, once I’m done with you I’ll become going after that friend of yours.” Kale then threw Myrad in between himself and his other clones. They began to throw their fists and legs at Myrad. These combinations were different than the ones the clones had thrown before. These were salvage, relentless, and not one shred of mercy in any form of the word. These combinations were exactly like their user wild. As Myrad was being pounded his mind began to wander.
He remembered when he was younger, when he first came back to his lower class family. At first Kale was a nice kid, always willing to help Myrad adjust to his new life, by making the older sibling into the newest punching bag. True it didn’t seem like a nice thing to do to his older sibling but in actuality he was teaching Myrad how to live in their family. Being low class Saiyans meant that everything they ate, they drank, and defecated they had to fight for. Nothing came for free, and if you didn’t have the talent you’d better put enough effort to get it yourself.
“Really? Aren’t you going to try to stop me or at least fight back? I guess what they said is right was right... You are garbage and so is that friend of yours” All three Kales said simultaneously.
Now back into pseudo reality Myrad began to gather his energy and pushed it around him to interrupt his brothers combo. “HA!!!” Myrad yelled as his energy repelled his brother and his clones back a few feet, effectively interrupting his brother’s cluster of punching and kicking.
Myrad regained his fighting stance once he heard the word garbage. He’d heard that word too many times in his life. First when he had to go back to his lower class family, everyone called him garbage. When he checked his power level at the age 10 it was still insignificant, so much so that his parents and siblings thought of him as garbage.
“No.... more.. No... More...” Myrad mumbled. His voice slowly began to grow in loudness along with his rage.
“No more? no more what? You tired of training? awww is the training getting to hard for you? Does the baby need a whittle w-rest?”
“THATS IT NO MORE!!!!” Myrad screamed as he jumped at Kale. Myrad moved at what seemed to be impossible speed.
Throwing his fists Myrad began to scream trying to increase his power. Kale didn’t move taking every punch that Myrad sent, or at least his afterimage did. Kale could obviously see every single move Myrad did, he was good at that. He may have been the 4th strongest in the family but he had always been good at anticipating his opponents moves. Lifting his leg Kale kicked Myrad right back to his two clones.
“Still to weak.” Kale laughed.
Myrad flew over toward the clones, but this time he was ready. Once he got there he had already started moving. First he kicked one of the clones so he work over the other one. Turning to the closer one he threw his basic combination. Punch to the rib, face, then kick to mid, and finally a knee to the face. All of them landed. The clone #1 winced back from attack. Clone #2 once it recovered from the kick began to fly at Myrad’s back fist outward attempting to use his flight speed to empower his punch. Myrad didn’t move until the clone was right behind him then pushing off with his right foot he jumped over the clone and let the clone collide with clone. Then with a outstretched hand Myrad sent a energy blast powerful enough to vaporize the two clones.
Once the clones became dust or what he felt to be dust, Myrad felt a small amount of power come back to him. Then turning back to Kale he scowled. If Kale also regained some power then I’m screwed. He’s much faster and stronger than me so how can I beat him? Should I fight him head on or should I try a trick.... No. He would see through the trick... If I want to win.... I have to come at him with the will to kill.
Pushing off with his right leg Myrad jumped at Kale throwing his fists at Kale. Unfortunately his fists only hit the palm’s of Kale’s hands. Kale smiled as he threw his own fist at Myrad during the exchange. Luckily Myrad prepared for this and began to block some of his own.
“Ahh so now the baby’s got a backbone” Kale said with a large grin on his face.
Lifting his left leg Myrad threw a kick powerful enough to crush a person’s skull at Kale’s head. Kale must’ve thought to do the same thing. Taking a step back he send kick of equal height to Myrad’s kick. Unfortunately instead of hitting their intended target they collided in mid air. The collision was strong enough to shake the room.
After a few seconds Myrad and Kale jumped away from each other. Myrad was exhaling loudly and so was Kale. Kale smiled and raised his arms for once making a fighting stance. Myrad did the same. It didn’t take a genius to know what they were thinking especially from the way they looked. Kale looked a bit tired but he always had a low stamina when it came to fighting meaning he could pass out at any moment. Myrad was bleeding, tired, and had heavy weights on his body. They both had to finish this now.
“Let’s finish this.” They said simultaneously
They both lunged at each other at the same moment. As their fist collide each side grunted in displeasure. Both sides were exhausted to the point of passing out but they continued their dance of striking fists. High punch, high block, low kick, low block as if by magic or through sheer skill both sides took turns at throwing and blocking attacks. It was almost as if both sides were in perfect synergy their power creating powerful reverbs throughout the room. They were equal neither side was going to give in, not easily... and then the moment came, Kale’s guard slightly slacked, and then at that instant Myrad threw a strong punch straight at Kale stomach. Then another, and another, and another until Myrad gave one last punch to finish Kale.
Kale flew at the training wall and stayed slumped over, out cold. Once Myrad’s feet touched the ground he fell on all fours. In a moment Myrad moved at high speed grabbing his little brother’s tail. Lifting his fist planning to really finish off his opponent he threw a knife hand at the eye of his little brother, planning to get rid of his brother's eye. Of course he was interrupted by his other brother name Patricia... He was an okama.
“Sweetie, let him go... Mother and Father doesn’t want another... incident like with what happened with you.”
“He threatened to hurt my friend and called me garbage. You and Cage did alot more for less.”
“Just let it go... Unless you wanna deal with me.”
Myrad pulled away. “fine then.” He said as he turned away. Then as he did Kale began to awaken, once he saw Myrad walking away he began to laugh. “Thats what happens when you hang with losers.” Before Myrad could move, Patricia broke Kale’s arm giving his normal lip stick covered smile. “QUIET, you’re lucky after Myrad-chan Mother and Father kept a close eye on me and Cage. Else you wouldn’t dare disrespect an older sibling, and while Myrad might let you run your mouth... I won’t.” Myrad smiled as he went home to go get fixed up.
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