CHP 37: 4th Month, Grind and Limits...

~Jacob's Pov~

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"Up the gravity to 50 times!" I yelled, the whole room then shifted red, and vibrated wildly...

"Gahh!" I grunted, immediately feeling the immense weight pressing down on my body... It's like my every muscle is being strained to its absolute limit just to move.

I struggle to stand upright, sweat pouring down my face as I fight against the crushing force of the heightened gravity, 'This is... insane. I can barely stand, let alone try to practice my skills in these conditions.' I grumbled.

Gritting my teeth, I begin to slowly trudge forward, each step like a monumental effort, 'I have to keep going...' I have to push past this. 

Of course, this wasn't just simply 50 times earths gravity, luckily for me, my seals could actually serve a purpose here, in the room, both the seal and gravity multiplied each other, forming a sort of synergy.

And with my Chakra reserves, I was probably lifting billions, if not trillions of tons at the moment, but I wasn't entirely sure...

Regardless, my movements felt more labored and jerky... I tried to navigate the room. But, the air is thick and heavy, making it hard to draw a full breath, 'Rrgh...' come on, don't give in now. I've worked too hard to let a little extra gravity stop me.

Even though I didn't need to breath, I gave myself the struggle just to help my body improve in its efficiency...

Summoning every last ounce of willpower, I force myself to pick up the pace, my body straining against the unyielding pull of the heightened gravity; each second that passed, my muscles recovered and severed as the moments went on. I'll master this before going upwards... I have to. For the sake of my training, and for catching up...

Ever since I focused my training on gaining control and mastering my Ikari form, I hadn't actually had the time to improve my strength, and for the past week I've been playing catch-up. But not anymore.

I gritted my teeth and pushed harder, feeling the strain on my muscles start to lessen as they adapt to the increased gravity. My movements become a bit smoother, more fluid, as I regained control of my body. 

That's it, just keep going. Don't hold back, push past your limits...

'Goku and Piccolo have shot-right passed me, they had already maxed the room out with their weights as well, at the rate I'm going, It'll take me another weak to surpass them...'

"HA! HYAHHH!!!" I began practicing some taijutsu and old martial arts from lookism as best as I could, pushing past my limits... In fact, I haven't pushed my self this hard since I was in lookism...

Unfortunately, I couldn't receive Zenkais from this, my injuries weren't anywhere close to deadly enough in giving me even the smallest one. Another thing I realized is that my training isn't really effective...

I thought I could have by passed the rest period for my muscles to get denser and more powerful, which to an extent I did do, however. When I used the chamber and stopped for a while, my power-level grew over the past few days after that by just meditating and practicing Ikari.

If my math is right, I gained an additional 40-50% increase in strength. just from relaxing. So in a sense, recklessly pushing myself isn't really the way, but actual rest periods for my muscles to adapt to properly said growth as well...

Maybe in the future I could gain DNA that could bypass even this hurdle I had, for now, I couldn't, and that's when I also realized another boon of my virus, it was essentially a blank slate.

One that could take other slate's traits for it's own. Even my adaptability isn't as fast as it should be, getting burned bad won't immediately make me immune to fire, it would take me hours if not days for that to be the case remotely...

So, in cruel a sense. The evolution in terms of my pure biological resistances had their own limits; Limits bound by the DNA I had collected... Even if my virus could adapt to fire and other elements, and my limits were 500 degrees Fahrenheit, that's where my resistance would be capped.

"Tch!" I scoffed at the idea of it. I was hating the thought that I couldn't grow limitlessly without other DNA...

"HOAAHH!!!" I let out one final breath, and continued feeling less burdened than before... Kakarot was right, proper training does require proper rest for it to truly bloom...

With those thoughts concluded, "HAAAA!!!" I quickly transformed into Ikari; the form was now much smoother to use than before due to my time in practicing with it over the past month. Of course, I didn't use it literally everywhere I go since I don't know how the others would react to that in the house...

But, 'Maybe I should give it a try?'... After practicing though...

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"Phew!... I worked up a decent sweat. OFF!" I yelled at the machine, immediately the room returned to normal as well as the elements within it. I grabbed the towel, wiping off some of the sweat that's on my body...

Unfortunately, I wrinkled my nose slightly at the stale odor emanating from myself. Yep, definitely time to get cleaned up.

I headed out, and immediately hit the showers... After getting on my clothing after finishing, I decided it's best if I took my training to the next level. Semi-Permanently remaining in the form...

"Alright, here goes... Hmph!" I flickered in Ikari...

'Time to go get dinne-' I got cut off in my thoughts.

I saw her going wide eyes, "WOAH! Wait... J-Jacob, is that you...?" Bulma said, I thought she was in the dining room waiting for me, maybe I let the time slip away too much...

My eyes widened at her reaction, and I glanced between the two of us, sensing an undercurrent of tension, "Y-yeah, it's me..." I responded, but Bulma simply stared at me blankly. I knew that kind of stair, she felt like a predator looking at it's prey... "You, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

I furrow my brow, the unease growing as Bulma silently closed the door behind her, the distinct sound of a lock clicking into place... Ok, now I was concerned, "Hey Bulma, are you alright?" I ask again cautiously, watching with growing concern as she approached me, but her hand reached out to caress my chest, then it went lower?

'W-what?'

My heart starts to race, and I can feel the atmosphere shifting, the air thick with an inexplicable tension, "Bulma... What are you doing? I took a step backward, my instinct to intervene and protect myself, even as I struggle to comprehend the peculiar turn of events...

I could here her breaths... And, what's that smell... No, I don't need to ask, I could see it with how keen my senses were, and it trailed off towards her, vagina...

"..."

Suddenly she grabbed my shirt, "... I held it in for months... Despite not seeing you for even more than an hour for the day, I wished I could fuck you..." She said, not skipping a single beat, not stuttering, NOTHING...

"And now... You show me, this? Golden-amber eyes, full-fucking chest, height, and a scent that makes me want to utterly ravage you?..." She continued, only to feel her grip tighten around my shirt...

"You know what you doing, and you'll pay for it..." She said, her eyes trailing my body while using the most sultry voice I've ever heard in my life... One thought came to my mind. She's serious...

"We're skipping dinner tonight, instead, you'll be having desert~..." I saw her licking her lips, before pulling me in a nearby room...

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