Dbz Vegeta Training Novels & Stories

Dumbo Vajra saluted respectfully and said shyly, "I know that I'm no match for you. However, the opportunity to fight with such an expert like you is so precious, so I want to exercise myself instead of challenging you." Ding Hao smiled. Dumbo Vajra was indeed interesting. It was said that he had divine power when he was born and his talent was outstanding. He practiced Earth Qi and it was as vigorous as a mountain. He also practiced the Heaven Heart Land Rage Mountain Incantation, which was hard to practice by others to an unfathomable realm. More interestingly, he had an extremely simple heart, and his soul was pure and flawless. He was in harmony with the rest of the world, and he was eve

Ancient magic recognizing ancient magic—a sign of what's to come, whether Rain wants to acknowledge it or not. "Liora will handle your magical training and meditation," Rain continues. "She's half-fae, with extensive knowledge of various magical disciplines. For strength training—" he hesitates, his eyes flicking briefly to me, "—Vane will work with you. He's my first officer, and the most experienced trainer we have." The dragon inside me erupts without warning, a guttural growl tearing from my throat before I can stop it. The sound fills the office, primal and possessive, startling both Rain and Dawn. I feel my eyes shift, pupils narrowing to slits as my control slips.

He inhales again and presses a little kiss to my skin again and resumes his circles. "How was training?" The silence breaks in a low voice as he pulls us both to lean back into his chair. "Hard," I say plainly. I feel his chest rumble in a chuckle. "Zay is oddly one of the most intense trainers I know. You wouldn't think it at first but then she gets all 'doctor' about it, telling you what your body can and can't endure." "That's exactly what she did!" "You should watch her train with Shia some day. I think Shia pushes her more than Zay pushes anyone else."

“Running is an option, sure. But you won’t always have that luxury. Sometimes, you’ll have to fight.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Fine. Let’s do this.” Train began to walk me through the basics, but my attention wavered. My eyes drifted to where Bell was sparring with someone her size, moving with a surprising grace and skill. I had no idea she could fight like that. “Adie, concentrate,” Train’s voice cut through my thoughts again, and I quickly turned my attention back to him. “Sorry,” I mumbled, trying to focus on what he was saying. It was boring, sure, but I had to admit, Train was good at what he did. He didn’t push too hard, and he explained things clearly, making sure I un

It’s mean anything that happens inside that cave could only be designed by man, not by the will of heaven. Zhu Xian’er training going smoothly until the last step. Immortal Patriarch hires the mountain bandit to help him train her. First, he let people beat her up to let her know of her own weakness, and he teaches her to grow stronger and forced her to adapt to his training. After she was strong enough to win against the outer disciple. He sends the mountain bandits to teach her a lesson and knock down her proud attitude. This time It’ll be the time that her body grows enough to allure the mountain bandits thanks to her growth acceleration food.

Councilman Bari then introduces all the warriors on my protection team and their mates. “It is a pleasure to have all of you at our home. We are excited to be working with you all.” King Joachim says. “It is my understanding that we will be training you all in two different areas. Seleste will be training with Prince Julian and learning to use telekinesis and hopefully teleportation. The team will learn defensive techniques to combat against mind control and other special talents of vampires and other species.” “That is correct.” Councilman Bari says. “Well, let’s eat first, and then we will show you to your rooms to get changed and begin training in three hours to give you all a chance to g

"Fighting is not just about physical strength. It's about strategy, reflexes, and utilizing your surroundings. Stay focused and always be aware of your surroundings." I nodded, internalizing his advice. The training session began in earnest, with Gomez guiding me through the basics and gradually increasing the intensity. We practiced punches, kicks, and defensive maneuvers, allowing me to gain confidence in my abilities. As the training continued, the hours slipped away, sweat trickled down my forehead as I exerted myself, feeling my muscles grow stronger with each movement. At one point, I stumbled, feeling the weight of exhaustion creeping in. But Gomez was quick to catch me from stumbling

Her trainings were only handled by Jinx. Whenever she came across him by chance and greeted him, he never replied. He walked past like he was still mad at her or something, and while she doesn't care, she couldn't help but miss his trainings. He might be rough and wicked, but it's the push she needs, and he's the only one who could give it. She calmed in her spot, realizing Madden's eyes are still on her. Slowly, he returned his eyes to the cabins, and Adeline did the same.

Calla's POV The next day, a surge of excitement coursed through my veins as I prepared for another day of training. After completing my morning routine, I quickly donned my training attire and made my way to the dojo, eager to put theory into action. With each step, I could feel the anticipation building within me. As I entered the dojo, my eyes widened in awe at the sight before me. Elara had already set up a series of moving mechanical dummies, their sleek metallic frames ready to test my skills and resilience. The air was charged with energy, and I could sense the challenge that lay ahead.

The air was thick with the scent of determination and the promise of newfound strength. "Focus, Jack. Your form needs improvement," Beta Brent instructed, his voice carrying the weight of experience. Jack, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, nodded and adjusted his stance. The morning dew on the grass beneath their feet added an element of challenge, making their training more demanding. The hours passed in a blur as they moved from one exercise to another. Beta Brent, ever the vigilant teacher, observed Jack's every move, offering guidance and corrections. The repetitive motions began to etch a rhythm into their routine, the cadence of their training a reflection of the delicate balance