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850 level power.
"Holy shit! Ya didnt lie when you said that your son has a level power higher than 800 Tooma." said Bardock very impressed after checking the power of an infant.
"Hahaha! Even beign low class, me and Fasha manage to get an Elite as son, now we wont be looked down, and soon we will be respected as an Elite family."Tooma bragged in an arrogant tone that made Bardock snicker.
"Well.. if you manage to obtain such a powerful son beign so weak, I bet that my son soon to be born will have a power level higher than a thousand, after all im much stronger than you"
"Ha! Yeah sure, with your wife as Gine dont get your hopes to high, shes a weakling even amongst the low class"
"What did ya said bastard!" said Bardock angry at behalf of his wife.
"Wanna take this out?!" responded Tooma with an excited smile on his face.
"Yeah ima show you your place bastard!"
Finally both men were out of the infarmary leaving the little boy alone, well, if you dont count the ton of infants surrounding him then yes, alone.
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"Cmon Kon! Dont ya want to beat your daddy?!" shouted Tooma with an arrogant face to his beaten son that was throwed to a wall making a cloud of smoke.
Suddendly from the smoke, a ball of light was thrown to the face of Tooma, instinctively he tried to block it with both arms with an x shape, but to his surprise, he never received the attack and instead it went down, shattering the ground and making a slight tremor than put him off balance and also creating another veil of smoke, then he felt a hit to the back of his face, it wasnt very strong but still strong enough to put him off balance again, but that wasnt all, then he receive a barrage of ki blasts all to the back of his head and finally, after a minute it stopped, and then it was replaced by a barrage of kicks and punchs for a whole minute.
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Tooma could barely defend himself because of his handicap and because Kon, his son, always hitted somewhere to put him off balance and somewhere that Tooma could hardly defend.
Finally stopping the assault, Kon jumped to retreat in ragged breaths, Tooma was still unhurted because Kon wasnt strong enough to seriously hurt him. Tooma couldnt help but smile, seeing how strong his son was, only 3 years old and was a genius fighting, instead of rashly attacking, he thought before attacking, something not alot of saiyans do, also he was proud of the enormous level his son already has, 1700, and it has only beign 3 months since he started training him.
Unfortunately the higher ups already want to send his son to a mission, from what he heard, its a mission to capture a planet with a low level of danger, that race with an average power of 500-600 that beign the soldiers, the average civilian is a mere 50-100.
Obviously his son wont be sent alone, he will be grouped with another pair of Elites, he doesnt know the names of them, he forgot them quickly, but whats important is that he will be sent to a mission soon.
"Very good brat, but get this through your head, trying to fight a beign with a power level 3 times higher than yours, is an instant lose, no matter how much you try. Let me show you"
Disappearing from his sight, Kon was brutally punched to his stomatch sending him to the air, then his father appear behind him by the air and kicked him on the head, sending him down this time, and finally dissapearing and reappearing in front of him, hitting him with his knee at his stomatch.
Finally it stopped and he could only whine on the shattered floor and coughing some blood.
"When you get your ass out of the floor you can go and eat dinner at the dinninghall and then you can do whatever you want, anyways, I will be with Bardock if you want to find me" said Tooma then leaving with a wave of his hand, leaving his son whinning in pain on the shattered floor.
Slowly but surely Kon was rising up still in pain, then trying his best he went to the dinninghall to get his precious meat and fill his belly.
Such is the daily routine of Kon, wake up, train the muscles, breakfast, train another bit the muscles and finally get beated the whole evening by his father, then eat dinner rest a bit, get beated once again by his father, eat even more meat, and finally go to sleep.
Until it was interrupted by the first mission assigned to him.