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Commander and Saiyaness	By : hippiechic Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Commander And Saiyaness

Arc One: Out of the Prison and Into the Training Room

Chapter 3: Training Begins
The days since the coronation passed in quiet boredom for the Saiyaness. The ship had been overloaded with tasks to perform, but due to the nature of her recent employment, and suspicions concerning her trustworthiness, she took the chance to really become acquainted with the ship.
The ship, she discovered, had a fairly monotonous lay out: circles of hallways littered with doors. As she walked, she realised there must be something large within the centre hub of the ship, as the quarters were not particularly large.
Descending into the ship's core, Serona followed her instincts to where the entrance to an interior room would be located, and she was not disappointed. She was pleased to find a large, heavy door. Standing on her tip toes, she peered through a glass window, which only showed the darkness of an empty room. Not to be deterred, she quickly glanced around for a pad to open it, finding none. Frowning at the unusual lack of control, she simply pushed against the metal, and with a creak, the door released itself from its seal and swung open, automatically flicking on the lights.
As the tall room illuminated itself, Serona felt herself becoming warm with excitement as she entered a reinforced training room. She rapped on the walls with sharp knuckles and decided the room must be sound proofed. She then walked the perimeter, getting a feel for the training equipment. She leaned against the punching bags and was pleased when her weight barely made them move, and the weights docked in the dumbbells were mind bogglingly huge.
Serona moved to the weight training clothing, again, mesmerised by the weights of them. She sighed in frustration, realising that the years dwelling on the prison planet had caused her training to suffer. The personnel who trained here were leagues above her. It irked her, and uneasiness filled the Saiyaness at how easily she found herself on a ship where so many had the potential to outclass her.

Kiron dragged himself from his bed, using all the strength of the will within himself. Since the confirmed demise of Emperor Cooler, he had been far too busy to sleep, much less exercise, and the toll on his body was excruciating. Withdrawals were zapping all his energy reserves.
He sat upon the edge of his bed and moaned softly, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Thankfully, the coronation Emperor Frost had hosted was completed, and now, Kiron was left to attempt to return to a semblance of normalcy. This was his goal as he slowly stood and with bleary eyes, stumbled into his bathroom to prepare for his day.
When he exited his bed, the commander dressed and pulled his hair back with a band and began making his way to the officers’ training room. As he walked the long corridors, he recalled the highlights of his day’s schedule. All the things on his list could and would wait until he had stretched his body and properly prepared for the day.
The door to the room opened with a gentle push against the door, and Kiron was surprised to find the lights on within the confines. Few officers were awake at these hours, especially the Hota Force, who were almost exclusively the sole other users of the elite training facility. That was exactly why Kiron preferred to train in the early hours of the day, unless he was asked to accompany Lord Frost in the emperor’s personal training at a later time.
“Serona?” he asked as he recognized the room’s occupant.
So entranced with the room as she was, Serona failed to sense Kiron making his way down to the room, much less notice him as he stepped into the room. She jumped around, her hair splaying around her as she faced Kiron.
“Kiron!” she said with surprise, as her hair over shot and covered her face. Scrabbling to pull it back into place, she finally sorted herself out and brushed her clothing down before noticing she was standing to attention. With a sickening sense of foreboding, she waited for the scolding for her presence in what she assumed to be his private territory.
“Good morning,” Kiron stated simply as he considered why Serona was acting peculiarly. “I suppose, I over looked acquainting you with our training facilities. Forgive me.”
Serona slightly relaxed at his casual attitude. “Morning,” she repeated to him, before gesturing around the room. “It’s impressive.”
Kiron paused for a moment to look at the room anew, as if he had never viewed it before. “Yes, I suppose it is.” He nodded agreement. “We are working on plans for this ship’s replacement...” he trailed off, thinking of all the things he had to do that day, including approving some of the alterations for the new flagship.
With one last look around the room, and a contented sigh, Serona moved toward the door. “I am interrupting your training. I apologise. The orders aren’t up on the screen, yet.” She frowned momentarily, disdaining how impersonal and generic everything on board was. “Is there anything to be done, until then?”
A lifted brow was the only indication of Kiron’s amusement. “Yes. You can help me train.” He reached up to his shoulders and unfastened the asinine cape, which signified his rank as commander. “Have you stretched, yet?”
“What?” Serona asked before laughing gently. He could not be serious; she was incredibly far beneath him, and despite her Saiyan pride, she knew he could crush her in the blink of an eye.
“Have. You. Stretched?” Kiron asked, speaking each word distinctly.
Serona’s eyes grew wide as she began to believe he was not joking at all. Her eyebrows fleetingly knitted together in a physical sign of her reluctance. “No…” she mumbled.
“Stretch,” he commanded as he reached for his toes.
Despite wanting to protest, she wordlessly obeyed, starting with her upper body as she looked around the room, planning her excuse and escape.
'He can’t be serious…'
After stretching his legs, Kiron sat and focused on his arms, not wishing to risk tearing any muscle, tendon or ligament during this adventure. When he finished, he stood and deeply breathed, filling his lungs with fresh air and releasing the tension of the last few weeks. He rolled his massive shoulders and looked to Serona.
“Are you almost ready?”
Shaking herself out, she nodded in resignation of the situation in which she found herself.
Kiron’s face was soon all business as he slid into a fighting stance. “Come at me!” he barked at her as he would any soldier upon the ship.
Bracing her posture with a foot behind her, Serona stared at the man who had issued the order. She bit her lip, wondering what he truly expected from her. How far was she meant to go? If the attack was going to land, should she allow it?
A growl filtered between Kiron’s teeth at Serona’s dismissal of his implicit command. “The enemy will not wait for an engraved dinner invitation before they attack!”
Kiron quickly moved toward Serona. His open palm caught her in her upper chest, just below t articulation point of her collar bones and manubrium as his leg swept her feet from beneath her. She landed flat on her backside at his feet.
“Are you ready, now?”
Serona coughed and wheezed as her lungs struggled to refill with air. The speed at which he had approached had stunned her, and she knew it was not even his maximum. Her chest felt like it was on fire, and she was all but sure there would be a dent in the floor from where she had landed without even a hint of grace.
Recovering slightly, she blinked as Kiron’s form above her came into focus.
“Oh, yes,” she growled, knowing all bets were off as she swung herself onto her feet, whipping a leg around and trying to sweep his legs out from under him. Her legs landed with a thud against the back of his ankles and the mighty warrior did not flinch. Without looking up, she planned her next attack.
'This is humiliating!' Serona remonstrated to herself, not surprised by the futility of the attack.
From her crouched position she jumped upward, extending her arm into a tiger claw strike - aiming for the man’s chin.
Kiron easily swatted away Serona’s attack, putting her off balance. “Watch your footing,” he ordered, and when she ignored him, he once again, placed her on the ground.
“Pay attention,” Kiron commanded, not even winded. He looked as if he were simply walking down a corridor of the ship with no particular destination in mind. “Do not attack blindly. If you let your anger cloud your judgement, you will not be able to anticipate your opponent, and you will keep finding the ground.” He stepped back to allow her to find her feet, again.
When Serona lunged at Kiron through her blind fury, he used her momentum to deflect her attack, sending her into a punching bag. “I told you to control your anger.”
He stepped back and readied himself for her next assault. ‘It appears what they said about a Saiyan’s anger is true. Once you incite their fury, all thought seems lost to them. They lust for the fight and nothing else,’ he silently compared data he had read to Serona’s current actions. ‘Surely, there must be some way to train them, to tame these warriors. They could be of great benefit to the empire…’ the thought was cut short as Serona’s leg swung at Kiron’s head.
Rather than deflect the attack, Kiron simply ducked and allowed the momentum of the kick to keep Serona turning until her back was toward him. He quickly snatched her arm, pinned it behind her back and then pinned her against the wall with his massive body.
“Always have a Plan B,” he counselled. “You never know your opponent’s abilities in truth until the fight has begun. Always be prepared for anything. Every attack has a counterattack. Be prepared for your opponent to counter, and have your own counter ready.”
Serona wriggled against her opponent, his firm grip and her acquaintance with the wall. His coaching only served to infuriated her further. Anger could be a valuable tool in a fight, and she was determined to prove precisely that.
Placing her free arm against the wall, the fuming Saiyaness fired an energy blast to propel the two of them backward, giving her space to manoeuvre herself from her position. Using the wall, she flipped over and around, bringing herself in line with Kiron. Her arm still firmly in his grip, she swung her other hand in a chop to his neck. As she suspected, that attack was caught, as well.
Running short of options, she brought herself face-to-face with Kiron, causing her arms to create an “X” shape between them. One palm faced her; one palm faced him.
With a smile and a twitch of an eyebrow, she concentrated her energy into the hand facing Kiron.
Kiron noticed the building energy in Serona’s hand. Yet, he seemed unconcerned about the latest of Serona’s harried attacks, as if he were simply waiting for her next move.
“What do you plan to do with that energy? Shoot me?” he questioned. He gave her another moment to build the energy then twisted his grip on her hand and likewise, twisted her hand back toward her until it was resting upon her flesh. “Will you unleash a ki blast, now?”
With a growl, Serona absorbed her ki, as her body curved to accommodate the extra twist. Her hands were incapacitated, so she moved her legs. The movement was predictable, but she had little choice. Scrunching up she brought her knees up as high as she could; she slightly pushed herself away from Kiron. From their close proximity, she unleashed a kick in his gut with what momentum she could muster.
Knowing she had few movements left to her, Kiron was expecting Serona to attempt to use her legs to free herself. As such, he had tightened his abdominal muscles and padded them with extra ki to absorb any attack she might unleash on his softer regions.
As Serona exerted force upon Kiron, he twisted his lips into a slight smirk. “What now?”
The smirk on Kiron’s face only served to push Serona to the upper limits of her wrath. With a slight grunt she extended herself as far away from Kiron’s grasp as he would allow, before flipping up and landing back-to-back alongside Kiron, their arms above their heads and her feet nowhere near the ground, as she had originally intended.
With a sigh of frustration and a roll of her eyes, she took advantage of her new position – by locking her legs and feet around Kiron’s neck.
While Serona moving away from him did not surprise Kiron, her legs ending up around his neck did. She was more flexible than he had given her credit!
Instead of wrestling with her more, Kiron decided to give her a bit of a surprise. He focused his ki around his neck and flared it, forcing her legs away from his skin and her body backward.
Before Serona could hit the ground, Kiron turned and caught her in his arms. “I must admit, you have some nice moves.”
Scrambling to her feet she turned to Kiron, indignant. “You didn’t have to catch me. That spat was nothing. The enemy would not be so chivalrous,” she said almost mockingly, in response to Kiron’s earlier lesson.
A smile tugged at Kiron’s mouth, softening its usual hardness, though never forming into anything recognizable by any, save Lord Frost and his closest acquaintances. “You are correct. Though, this is a sparring session. If this were a real fight, I could have killed you a dozen times, by now.”
“Saiyans are not so easy to kill. I think I’m proof of that,” she arrogantly continued, flustered at her lack of strength and ability from the lack of training during the years of her slavery and imprisonment. She tried to think when she had actually trained last, deciding it must have been when the Ginyu Force were still in commission. She sighed.
“If that will be all?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Kiron lifted a brow at Serona and set her on her feet. “You have great flexibility, but your strength needs work. We will spot for one another.” Without waiting for a response, he turned his back to her and moved toward some of the equipment. He bents to collect the weights and began putting an unimaginable amount on the bar before laying on the bench press.
“Are you coming?”
“So, you can embarrass me further?” she asked casually as she approached the bench, trying to remain aloof as she glanced at the weights on the bar. Her eyes widened as she glanced down to Kiron’s serious expression at the task before him. Turning away, she could not help but mouth, 'Oh, Kai…,' and a smile tugged at her lips.
“Serona, I need a spotter,” Kiron called. “You will take your turn in a moment. We will get you up to speed in time. You must remain patient until then.” He turned all his attention to the weighted bar.
 
A shiver travelled down her spine as his deep, rich voice called her, for which she immediately castigated herself. Returning her expression to a more stoic mask, she approached the bench, again.
“Yes, of course.”
With a soft grunt, Kiron lifted the bar from its holder and began to pump the iron, which heavy enough, it bent the alloy bar. After several sets, he replaced the bar and pointed toward a control panel. “Serona, over there are several sets of controls. Find the knob that says ‘Gravity’, and turn it about halfway.”
He relaxed on the bench, breathing deeply from the beginning of his warm-up, preparing for the real work to begin.
Serona’s nose curled in resentment as she duly obliged. Walking to the dial, she began speaking, “I really don’t see the point in being here, anymore.” She reached and turned the control. “I’m hardly…helping…you…”
Within a few seconds of the dial turning, the floor beneath them hummed and dragged her form mercilessly toward it. Landing on all fours, she tensed against the force, her arms barely preventing her from completely hugging the floor.
“Come, spot for me,” Kiron commanded, knowing this would be a chore for the Saiyan.
“You have got to be joking,” she muttered under her breath, knowing well the commander knew her difficulty. “You will pay for it…” she softly vowed.
Bringing her legs beneath her most centralized mass, she pushed against the multiplied force of gravity, her body trembling with the exertion. She glowered at Kiron, clearly unimpressed with his actions but determined not to be defeated. Finally, straightening herself, she attempted to walk. The support her one leg had to provide to hold her body’s increased weight as she lifted the other was clearly too much as she fell to the floor, this time flat on her back.
Flicking her eyes toward Kiron’s watching form, her cheeks turned bright red. “Don’t dare turn it down,” she said warningly.
“I would not dream of it, Saiyan,” he spoke evenly. Her training, under his supervision, had begun.
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