20 minutes later, he made himself a crude leaf skirt, protecting his lower regions. Gathering his clothes, he headed back home.
Upon returning, he saw the family of three sitting peacefully on the bed.
Their eyes were closed, and it looked as if they were meditating, or rather, sleeping?
He wasn't sure; he decided to go to sleep instead.
Waking up, his two eyes met with four. The two kids from earlier had finally decided to give him attention. "What are you?" the shorter, more feminine one asked.
Yawning and stretching comfortably, Sam's legs shook involuntarily as he got up. Gently pushing the two brats aside, he ignored them.
He walked out to the main room and stared out the window. It is to be noted that the tree houses of the Verdalians had no doors whatsoever.
They built simple tree houses with an entrance opening and two windows on each side of the house.
Throughout the whole planet, Avena's house is the only exception with a door, and it's due to her housing an alien.
Staring out the window, Samuel bathed in the sunlight.
"Why do you have a tail?"
"I don't know, brat. Why do you have antennas?"
"You're mean."
"You're rude."
Both kids glared at Samuel with intense emotions.
He ignored them and went over to the table, picking up a fruit to eat. He sat on one of the chairs and began chewing loudly.
Staring at the two kids, he asked, "What? What are you looking at?"
They glared at him for another few seconds before climbing down the tree house and leaving.
"Damn kids," he thought.
He picked up another fruit and began eating. Funny thing about this situation is that Samuel himself is technically a kid. He's only three, but due to him having the same height as grown Verdalians, and the manner in which he spoke, the children believed him to be old.
He watched them leave without feeling the slightest bit guilty. He stretched and decided to leave to go train.
At some point, while doing Sam's earlier ki training, they had simultaneously and wholly agreed to let Sam do the ki training, while he did the physical training.
Sam must still be asleep in the mind realm right now, he thought.
Gliding out of the treehouse, he looked down at its root, where his shoes awaited him.
Concentrating ki to his feet, he pushed off the air to the mountain; the shoes were ignored like everyone else.
Ten minutes later, and he's in front of the mountain. He did some light jumping jacks, a few stretches, then immediately went on all fours to do push-ups.
His goal was to push his body to its limits without ki, then with ki, slowly heal torn muscle tissues; strengthening them faster than usual.
Of course the latter half would have to done by Sam, he absolutely refused to pick up his slack.
Continuing to do push-ups, he only got to 25 before his arms completely gave out.
For a three-year-old, not bad. For a three-year-old Saiyan, that's to be debated.
He got up and stretched again. Next, he began doing squats. He was able to do 75 before his legs felt like dumplings.
This time, he sat down, one leg out, one tucked in. With both arms over the leg that's extended out, he stretched again.
Why does he stretch between each rep? Flexibility; he wants to be flexible in battle, so his body can react exactly the way he wants it to.
Getting up and rotating his shoulder, he headed over to a tree, one that's significantly taller than him.
Gliding up to the closest branch, he hung on with both arms as he began doing pull-ups.
Only managing to do five, he embarrassedly glided back to the ground for a slight rest.
30 seconds later, and he's back on the branch, knocking out pull-ups after pull-up.
After pull-ups, he sat and rested for an hour. After resting, he began jogging up the mountain, dashing through bushes and broken trees with exhilaration.
He loved being in control; loved the feeling of being alive, and loved to push his body to the limits.
Going around the whole mountain in only 30 minutes.
Reaching back at the mountain base while drenched in sweat, he was happy.
Happy to be alive, happy to breathe, happy to hurt, and even happy to cry; no, actually, that was Sam's form of happiness.
He hated crying, and he's sure only a bipolar freak like Sam could do it so naturally.
Flying back to the river behind the world tree, he took off his clothes slowly to bathe himself.
Right now, he only has one pair of clothes, and it's his Saiyan armor.
It seems like every time he would shower, his clothes would take a bath with him too.
He washed up quickly, made himself a leaf skirt, and headed home.
The first day of training was successful.
The next day was rinse and repeat, except this time, he went to his spaceship to grab his scouter.
He continued his training regime for the next three months. Every week within these months, he would increase his workload slightly.
With his grueling workout methods and Sam's continuous ki training, his power level skyrocketed; going from a measly 12 to an astonishing 965. And that's just his base power. When things like ki weapons and ki body coating are added into the mix, his strength is boosted by at least two and a half times; directly bringing his lethal capabilities to that of 2400.
To break it down in simpler terms: when Sam goes full power, his battle power is 965. When he uses his mastery of ki control to create ki weapons or armor, his lethality is more than doubled.
Currently, Samuel was standing before the two queen's guards. "Let me see your queen; I have much to inquire of her."
"N-"
"N-"
Before they could finish rejecting him like last time, he speed blitzed them. One second they were standing, and the next they were faced deep into the ground.
He walked past them casually and started ascending the flight of wooden stairs.
He wasn't a bully; he was Samuel, and his last name just so happened to be wrathful.