Before we talked about leaving for camp, we needed to discuss my training. Last time, my power level was 2,260. I couldn't know exactly how much it had grown, but I could feel it. Most of the gains were in my muscles—what used to take me three hours now took just half an hour. From now on, progress would be much harder.
As for ki control, I had learned to levitate—yes, levitate, not fly. I didn't know the technique to fly yet, but once someone showed me, it would be very easy. I could even use it to show off and gain some advantages in camp.
Ki suppression had improved as well. I could now suppress around one-fourth of my full power. That was all I gained in this short two-week break.
Then Magart came to take me to camp. He said, "Yo, kiddo, long time no see." I knew he just wanted to get a reaction out of me. We had literally seen each other yesterday, but I just nodded, ignoring his attempt.
He continued, "Today you'll be going to camp. Are you ready for it? Are you happy? Are you feeling full from eating all those bars?"
He was asking questions to annoy me. After hearing that someone had eaten more than 220 bars, I started eating them madly. I ate around fifty a day, in five meals, which meant ten bars per meal. It seemed to help with muscle growth—I could train longer and recover faster.
I just responded, "Yes," which answered all his questions. He rubbed his head and said, "Alright, you're no fun. Let's start going."
We went to the capital, then to a place with many pods and ships. There, I saw a ship that was small but bigger than a space pod. Magart said, "We'll be going to camp with that beauty over there." I nodded, already accustomed to his style, and followed him.
Once we took off, he told me, "You'll have to stay in that room."
"Why?" I asked.
"You can't know where the camp is. Later, if you try to escape, you won't be able to," he replied.
Ahh, so that's why the Queen told me I wouldn't be able to leave camp except on special days or when I deserved it. I just said alright and went into the room to meditate and think about my future actions in camp. The more I thought, the more I realized I needed to show that I wasn't someone to be messed with—to make them fear me.
After some time, we reached our destination and slowly left the ship, arriving at the camp gate.
The camp had one massive gate that looked like it disappeared into the ground. I assumed it probably led underground. I wondered why such security was necessary, then I remembered: Saiyans had conquered many planets, so there were many enemies. The elites had to be protected from any threat.
The gate opened, and the one who greeted us was an old man named Turtle. He had white hair and was tall for a Saiyan, around 1.95 meters. Magart left with the ship, leaving only me and Turtle.
Once the gate closed, he fully changed his tone. "Kid, this will be hell. You may not even leave this place alive or with your body intact. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" I said.
He smiled. "You seem like a smart kid. Now we'll do testing." He led me to a big open room with only one table, a chair, and a bunch of alien papers. He took a scouter out of his desk—it was an unusual brown color.
I had to suppress my power level. If I grew too quickly with just some training, it would look suspicious. I went with 2% of my full power. When he scanned me, it showed 2,282, which meant my full power was 2,327. I had gained 67 points of battle power—around five points per day of training. I was satisfied.
Turtle looked at me. "You have real talent." He checked the papers on his desk, which even noted that I hadn't wanted to meet my brother until he proved himself. "You'll be put on very hard training. Elite camp is not like any other camp. If we compare difficulties, I'd say it's ten times harder—and fatalities prove that."
"Yes, sir!" I said.
He gave me final advice: "Never lower your guard. This camp is not just training—it's competition with other Saiyans."
"Thank you, sir. I'll keep that in mind."
He called someone named Garao. After two seconds, footsteps approached, and a young Saiyan entered. His hair was buzzed short, and his age was hard to guess due to Saiyan genes.
"Yes, sir?" Garao asked.
"Show this young Saiyan around camp and lead him to his room. Understood?" Turtle said.
"YES, SIR!" Garao shouted.
We walked through the camp facilities: the canteen, the dinosaur breeding area where I saw a massive 28-meter Xarer, the garden where Saibamen were raised, the weapons and armor sector, and finally the battleground, where fights were held almost nonstop.
Right now, two Saiyans were fighting—one male, one female. Most Saiyans were chanting the female's name. Not because she was female, but because she was probably the strongest in the second year of camp.
The fight ended almost immediately. The male tried to use his longer reach, but she was faster, dodging under his arm. She hit him directly on the jaw with her right hand, used her tail to pull his left leg, and knocked him out with a combination of moves. I never thought about using a tail in combat like that. The defeated Saiyan was flung to the side, while the winner took the stairs out of the arena.
After that, Garao led me to my room on the third floor—it was the last room. He gave me some information: when you fight in the arena, you challenge people for their resources and take a percentage based on contracts. It cannot exceed 50%—only death battles allow you to take 100%. Resources can include armor, food, or better rooms. Rooms are ranked by floor: the closer to the first floor, the better the quality. Mine was the worst because it was the last room. Every ten rooms, there's an upgrade.
"That's all the information I'm allowed to share. Other things you'll have to figure out alone," he said.
"Thanks, that was very helpful," I replied. He waved and left.
I just went into my room. I didn't have any stuff with me except the food bars I carried, and I hid them because I didn't know if it was allowed to bring food inside. If I got caught, I would just say I didn't know—they probably wouldn't punish me too harshly.
Once inside, I saw that everything was very dirty. There wasn't even a working bathroom. I would have to acquire information and challenge anyone I could, because I couldn't live in this pigsty. I wouldn't be able to meditate or train properly in a place like this, where everything could break at any moment.
To make things worse, there was a message on the door stating that if we broke anything, we had to pay for it. I decided to go out right away and start gathering information. Thank God I had the ability to change this room, or I would have been cursed.
With my current power level, I was probably near the top among the first years. There were probably stronger Saiyans because they had arrived earlier, fought more, and had Zenkais, but I believed I could still win in a fight.
The real problem would be the second- and third-year Saiyans—they had fought and healed every day for two or three years. I couldn't rely on my extremely high birth power either, because everyone here had a birth power above 500.
This was going to be very hard. Survival of the fittest had always been the law, and even in my past life, weapons or tricks didn't help much against someone with absolute power. Here, only strength mattered, and I would have to adapt quickly or be crushed.