Game
Thoughts
"Talking"
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"Another one fell, Mr. Popo," Kami said, his voice far too calm.
"Toss her in the pile."
Gray grunted as the weight on his back became heavier, and Saeko's body slumped onto his back.
Why does it have to be fucking abridged Popo?!
As if he could hear his thoughts, Mr. Popo's voice rang out, "Faster, Maggot!"
The ground became closer as Gray fell down a bit quicker, then pushed himself back up again, completing what felt like the millionth pushup of the day. He'd lost count sometime after pushup number 100,000.
"Not failing already, are you?" A slightly smug voice came from his side. Piccolo was a few feet to the right of him, also doing endless pushups. The man was faring much better than Gray, as he still had his training cloak on and was barely sweating. Gray ignored him, focusing on his pushups.
The sun shone down brightly on his shirtless back, illuminating his sweat-drenched body as it started it's descent into dusk. Earlier that day, there'd been seven of them participating in Mr. Popo's 'boot camp:' Gray, Saeko, Asuna, Celia, Ranfan, Nam, and Piccolo.
Over the course of multiple hours, that number had reduced to two. Ranfan had fallen first - her arms giving out and her body slumping. A moment later, Mr. Popo chucked the girl onto Gray's back to act as a weight. After Ranfan was Nam, who was thankfully given to Piccolo as a weight.
That was when Gray made his biggest mistake. Piccolo had made a snide remark when Ranfan was tossed onto his back, and Gray couldn't resist making one in return. Apparently, even though everyone in Mr. Popo's boot camp was lower than dirt, Piccolo still ranked higher than him.
Celia had fallen next and was tossed on top of Ranfan. Then came Asuna soon after. Finally, Saeko had just joined the pile, making Gray's human-weight stack up to four while Piccolo only had one.
"Faster, Maggot."
Gray groaned, his arms moving quicker. If a normal person was looking at the two men, they would've just seen a blur from how rapidly their bodies were moving up and down.
"Do your arms hurt, Maggot?" Mr. Popo asked. His voice never changed in pitch or tone, and Gray wasn't sure if he was mocking him at this point.
"Yeah," Gray answered honestly and regretted it instantly."Then you can still feel them, Maggot. You're not going fast enough. Faster, Maggot."
"Ok..." Gray groaned, moving his body even faster. Even with his super-human body, his arms were still aching from the countless pushups.
Meeting Mr. Popo was entirely different from seeing him on a screen. In the abridged series, Popo had been scary based on pure aura. He realistically wasn't as strong as any of the Z-Fighters (Or maybe he was? Gray doesn't fucking know anymore), and yet they still just let him order them around and force them to train until they almost died. Gray had thought that it made sense at the time - they were facing a planet-ending threat, so they allowed themselves to be ordered around so they could become stronger. Gray knew that wasn't true now."Not fast enough, Maggot."
[Mr. Popo] has used [Trainer's Authority on you!]
When this had appeared earlier, Gray had used observe on it and wasn't happy with the sight.
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