Three year rp one

“*Huff* *Huff* I can’t slack off with Piccolo back.” He said punching the air, sending massive air waves in front of himself clearing what seemed to be clouds from around him, he was training and flying in the air, even though it was ice cold at this altitude; he was training so intensely that his body was soaked in sweat. This was barely a week into the three year training to beat Piccolos new hell spawn.

“I can not lose.” He said to himself