Training is not a game.
Unlike other folks who frolic in the snow and call it training, some of us true warriors continue to train every morning, getting our satisfaction from knowing we are improving our skills. That's all the "fun" we need. Vez is getting better each day at making that energy sword of hers. She uses it primarily for our energy training, which counts because it is energy. She doesn't use it when we're training with swords. I suppose it's only fair, since it's a new thing to her. She uses the sword she's had since she came here, who's blade I've become way too intimate with.
But, each day we improve. She can now hold her own for our entire energy training session and I must be getting better with my sword, because I'm not dead. And, I have less cuts on my body. No, she's never seriously hurt me, but she's managed to break the skin a few times. She's an expert at knowing just how far to cut to make it sting, but nothing I can't handle.
My father came over for his training today, after Vezelay and I were finished. I think I'm going to like Tuesdays and Thursdays. Intense training for the entire morning and into the afternoon. I'm glad to see that all this frolic masking itself as training hasn't made the King of all Saiyajins go soft. I think I'm seeing improvement in him already. The day will come when he's at SSJ3. I just hope that before or shortly after I go to SSJ4. Kakarotto and Futurebrat shouldn't be the only ones who can do it. And I did it in the future, I will do in this time.
After I trained with my father, he insisted we got to lunch together. I told him he didn't have to buy lunch for me, just because we trained. I can help him, so I should, he's my father after all, but he I guess, likes spending time with me, even if it's a socializing situation.
I've never been that good at socializing. Not that I think it's at all important, I'm just not good at it.
It looks like restaurants are playing heavy in my future, because I'll be taking that woman out tomorrow night. When Father and I were eating lunch, he asked me if I had the right clothes. I have a closet full of clothes, but most of them consist of shirts my daughter gave me back in the days when she was convinced I would die unless I wore bright colors. But she did give me a nice maroon shirt for Christmas I could wear. However, I really didn't have any "nice" slacks. So after lunch, he dragged me to this shop where I got a pair of black dress slacks.
I just refuse to wear a tie tomorrow. If I'm going to this place, I want to be able to eat and ties make me want to choke. Stupid human inventions.
But, each day we improve. She can now hold her own for our entire energy training session and I must be getting better with my sword, because I'm not dead. And, I have less cuts on my body. No, she's never seriously hurt me, but she's managed to break the skin a few times. She's an expert at knowing just how far to cut to make it sting, but nothing I can't handle.
My father came over for his training today, after Vezelay and I were finished. I think I'm going to like Tuesdays and Thursdays. Intense training for the entire morning and into the afternoon. I'm glad to see that all this frolic masking itself as training hasn't made the King of all Saiyajins go soft. I think I'm seeing improvement in him already. The day will come when he's at SSJ3. I just hope that before or shortly after I go to SSJ4. Kakarotto and Futurebrat shouldn't be the only ones who can do it. And I did it in the future, I will do in this time.
After I trained with my father, he insisted we got to lunch together. I told him he didn't have to buy lunch for me, just because we trained. I can help him, so I should, he's my father after all, but he I guess, likes spending time with me, even if it's a socializing situation.
I've never been that good at socializing. Not that I think it's at all important, I'm just not good at it.
It looks like restaurants are playing heavy in my future, because I'll be taking that woman out tomorrow night. When Father and I were eating lunch, he asked me if I had the right clothes. I have a closet full of clothes, but most of them consist of shirts my daughter gave me back in the days when she was convinced I would die unless I wore bright colors. But she did give me a nice maroon shirt for Christmas I could wear. However, I really didn't have any "nice" slacks. So after lunch, he dragged me to this shop where I got a pair of black dress slacks.
I just refuse to wear a tie tomorrow. If I'm going to this place, I want to be able to eat and ties make me want to choke. Stupid human inventions.