"What?" Roshi said and my head lulled to the side as he came up to me. "Oh… heh, I forgot that this here fella ain't a fighter. Don't have much ki either. Wondered why he didn't try and fight back." He nudged my burning chest with his foot.
"Mommy, is Mr. Kayos okay?" Gohan asked as he toddled over with my glasses, which had flown off my face after Roshi's first attack.
"He will be," Chichi said, walking over and forcing something past my lips. I chewed and swallowed and instantly the pain was gone.
"You got Senzu Beans?" Oolong commented.
Chichi nodded as I felt my body instantly knit itself back together. "Yes. Goku got a bag from Korin before he came home. I decided I should be the one to hold onto them… knowing all of you they'd be gone already as you pushed yourselves to the limit. And I'm glad I did. Kayos? Would you do the honors?
"Gladly," I snarled before, without bothering to get up from where I was laying, slammed my fist right into Roshi's balls. At once the old man deflated, falling to the ground and whining as he cupped his crotch. "Oh man up you pansy, its not the first time someone struck you like that, I'm sure!" I eased myself up, expecting to feel even a twinge of pain but honestly there was nothing at all. Not even the dull ache that came from a sudden pain that went away but the memory of it remained, like when you pulled a muscle and even a week later remembered what it had felt like to have that sharp stabbing sensation suddenly hit you. "Admittedly I'm probably the first dude to do that… Bulma, Chichi, scale of 1 to 10 how was that hit?"
"8," Chichi stated.
"7 for me. I like to grab and twist myself if I can," Bulma replied.
"Right." I looked at the others. "Also Piccolo?"
"…yeah?" he asked, clearly wondering if I was going to find some way to make him a sobbing curled up blob like Roshi for starting this mess.
"The caves can be used to heighten your other senses. You and Goku are left in there and have to sense each other with just energy, hearing, smell, and touch. I'd say taste but… ew."
Piccolo considered that for a moment before nodding. "Right. I suppose that will work."
"I believe," Isco stated, "that we should use today to get a better feel of what the island is like." Goku and Krillin helped Roshi up, my punch having dropped him back into his normal old man form. "Then we can begin working on regiments for all of you."
That made Tien frown. "I'm sorry but… you are a camera robot. What do you know about training?"
"Other than the fact that balloons of blood and fat are doing it wrong?" Isco asked sarcastically. "Oh, not much."
"Hey!" Chiaotzu cried out, flying right up to Isco and getting into his… face? "Don't talk to Tien like that!"
"Ah, so you wish to be lied to. Very well." Isco shifted slightly so he was looking past Chiaotzu. "You are brilliant at training and it makes sense why you never finished learning from your master how to do it."
Chiaotzu gave Isco a shove.
"Heh," Krillin snickered, "maybe we just found a new sport: Robot vs. Person Boxing!"
Bulma frowned. "Wait, how do you know about Tien and his training and his master?"
"It seems that Master Shen is a vindictive old man. He set up an entire page on his school's website about how much Tien and Chiaotzu suck."
"Shen has a website?" I asked. "Wait… he knows what the internet is?"
"Apparently," Isco stated, turning to Tien. "There is an entire section about how you once got your foot stuck in a poop bucket and another about how your third eye is clearly painted on and people should poke it."
Tien pressed his lips together in a fine line. "He did claim he'd get his revenge…"
"If that's his revenge I would like to request he be my eternal enemy!" I called out.
"But that doesn't explain what you mean by my training being poor," Tien said, glaring at the drone.
"Do you train in a similar way to Goku?"
"Yeah…" Tien said slowly.
"Then you are as bad at it as him."
"HEY!" Goku exclaimed in a panic. "Why am I getting brought into this!? I didn't do anything wrong."
"On the contrary," Isco stated, "you have done much wrong. You bragged how you would practice day and night, working yourself to utter exhaustion and then pushing through the pain. That you would repeat moves over and over until your arms and legs felt like they were going to fall off. That you dedicated yourself fully to training."
"That's right!" Goku said only for Master Roshi, having recovered from my testicular attack, to smack him in the side with his staff. "Owowowowow!" Goku whined. "Master Roshi, what was that for?"
"Is that flyin' egg tellin' the truth? Are ya makin' all your trainin' just be ya workin' till ya collapse with no breaks?"
"Well… I eat," Goku said only to get hit again. "OW! Master Roshi stop!" Goku pleaded.
"I'm guessin' the rest of ya think that's the smart way ta train?"
"Not me," Piccolo said with a huff. "I often meditate."
"Good!" Roshi declared. "I don't need ta waste time teachin' ya the basics!"
Gohan chose that moment to speak up. "I don't understand, what's wrong with how daddy trains?"
Roshi turned and spoke, in a softer voice, to the boy. "Its well and good to train but you need to give yourself time to rest. And eating and sleeping don't count."
"Its like how I allow you times to go play after you get some of our studying done," Chichi told him. "It lets your mind process what you learned."
"Aw come on!" Goku exclaimed. "That just means I have less time to train!" Krillin, Tien, and Chiaotzu all nodded at that.
I for one huffed. "All I do is basic weight training and speed walking and even I know you can't lift iron every day. Doesn't let your muscles heal up properly."
Roshi pointed right at me. "And he's the weakest of you all!"
"…fair," I admitted, not bothering to argue.
"Hmmmpf," Piccolo said with a huff, "no wonder you barely have a chance to stand against me if that is how you have been training."
Goku pouted at that. "But when I train I get into the zone…"