More training

Makoto had actually left the beach and was playing hide and seek with Celia.

Cyril sighed. Filler. Filler Filler filler.

Emily imagined punching Makoto's stupid face.

Makoto teleported in with a milkshake. "So it's been about....30 minutes. How's it going?"

Riza continued punching and looked at his father. "Fuck you."

"With a pipe." Cyril added, not actually having anything to be mad about.

"Sideways!" Emily growled, still punching.

Makoto took a sip of the milkshake. "Do it twice as fast as you are now. I'll be back again. Peace." He teleported away again.

Riza and el did what he said while plotting to kill him.

Cyril went and got his own milkshake. It was vanilla.

"Okay so when he comes back, I'll distract him and one of you run him through." Emily said, punching twice as fast.

Riza nodded. "How will you distract him?"

"I'll jump at him and try to steal his body." Emily went on, "Just make sure to stab him before he kills me."

Riza looked at her. "That won't work, he isn't mortal."

El looked over at Riza. "So why didn't you come see me after we thought you died?"

Riza looked at her. "Not now El!"

"I think now is a good time." Cyril said innocently.

"I think so too." Emily said, wondering how Makoto wasn't mortal.

Riza ignored Cyril in the small hope El would drop it. When she didn't he ignored her. "So umm..want to know how I reached that Beastial state?"

"Not unless it involves the story of why you didn't tell El you weren't dead." Cyril said, casually drinking his vanilla milkshake.

"I would LOVE to hear that story." Emily grinned at El.

Riza sighed. "I did tell her. I just erased her memory of it."

El suddenly stopped. "You did WHAT?!"

Cyril strangled the rising laughter and hid his tiny smile behind his milkshake.

Emily continued punching but looked at Riza, "What is WRONG with you?"

Riza looked atEmily. "Ima mutated Saiyan/dragon hybrid who was raised by a psychopath of a father who has tried to kill me dozens of times, born to a mother that despises me and has t said a single word to me since my birth. Watched my father due many times. Died for about 5 years. And I have an unending bloodlust I have to constantly keep in check to stop myself from brutally murdering everyone around me." He then turned to El. "Does that cover everything?"

Cyril drank his milkshake.

"Okay, let me rephrase that." Emily said, "What exactly is wrong with you that made you make El forget you were alive?"

Riza shrugged. "The same reason that caused me to hit her with knock out gas earlier."

El froze again. "THAT WAS YOU?!"

Cyril again smothered his laughter at their apparent dysfunction with his milkshake.