With Athren's defensive technique that he selected before he had left for Earth now trained and ready to be tested against real opponents, Athren still wanted to work on his offensive techniques. He knew that having defensive abilities to back him up in a fight was crucial, they'd be the things that would allow him to last long enough in the fight to deal some devastating offensive abilities. While he was still lacking in both departments, both offensive and defensive techniques he was working to rectify that deficiency. He had a long list of techniques he wanted to work on and create but he knew those would take plenty of time. For now, he was going to do what he could in preparations for Earth. They had now been in space. Callion and Pars had both joined him to go to this tournament. Unless there had been other saiyans going in their own ships, that would've made three of them. The numbers were against them and that was something Athren was very well aware of but the strength wasn't. Callion and himself had been very powerful warriors at this point. Both of them continued to train non-stop in preparations for that tournament and both of them were dedicated to making sure that a saiyan warrior had come out on top as the victor of the tournament. With their combined power and efforts, surely they'd be more than enough to make it happen. Pars still had some work to do, but he was capable in his own right.

Athren could've only hoped that Callion was working on new techniques as well, or that he already had some amazing ones that he refused to use during their little sparring session. Techniques weren't going to be the main reason they could achieve victory, but it would allow them to fend off against numbers if it came to it and if it did come to it, they'd need to use their strength and techniques to keep each other standing. While Athren wouldn't like to resort to it, they also had the chance of turning into the great ape if somebody had known the power ball techniques. While Athren didn't have that technique, part of him hoped that Callion or Pars did. While it wasn't something Athren would like, it was a form that would pull them out of a dire situation in a pinch. The form was likely going to benefit Pars more than anybody. While Callion and Athren had plenty of power to draw out during their fights without the from, Pars hadn't been keeping up with his training or pushing himself like the two of them. While he remained a valuable asset to the tournament, he was likely going to struggle if he wasn't given the opportunity to transform. While it was a thought in the back of Athren's mind, it wasn't something he was primarily going to focus on. He had to worry about himself in this tournament, that was his priority.

If he could remain standing, he would continue to eliminate target after target which would make a saiyan victory much more likely. The more people the eliminated off the hop of the tournament, the better their chances were near the end of it. This tournament wasn't a time to fool around and really test peoples strengths, this tournament was the best time to go on a full display of power and eliminate everybody quickly. He could have his fun while making quick work of everybody, display to the universe what saiyan might was and also show himself what he had been capable of now after all of this extreme training he was going through. All of Athren's training was going to pay off, he didn't have a single doubt about any of that but he did want to know exactly where the limits of all this new strength and power was. A tournament such as this one would be the perfect test. Countless fighters to eliminate and no time to stop. It would be a test of strength and endurance in it's own way, and while it wasn't going to compare to fighting somebody of equal caliber to himself, it would still be a good trial run of what he was newly capable of. Since he had reached this level of power, he hadn't gotten to fight anybody. His last spar with Callion, the two of them had been much weaker than they were now. It was likely that Callion might've been one of the few to give him a proper challenge.

That challenge was something that was going to have to wait though, for now on this trip they were on the same team and allies. They had to work together and avoid fighting one another until the end. Maybe in that case, Athren would get to test himself against a real opponent but not even that was going to be promised to him. That would all be depending on whether or not both warriors could make it to the very end of this tournament. While it would've been ideal, it wasn't something that was promised and while Athren still firmly believed that the Earth wasn't going to be capable of producing a warrior to match them, he could be wrong and he had the same thoughts as he was flying to Cereal to take part in that invasion.

Regardless, Athren wasn't worried. He was rather eager and excited for this. He'd keep preparing until the very last moment he could. Ensuring that his strength and might were at it's peak before entering in this little tournament. He wanted to be in the best shape possible, be as prepared as he could. He wasn't going to hold back, he was going to put himself out there for the world to see and bring his absolute best. Not only for the New Saiyan Empire but for himself and his pride. It was time to try and change this losing streak and he felt as if there would be plenty of victories to be had at the tournament. If he couldn't win it, he knew he'd still eliminate a handful of warriors who thought they were strong enough to go up against a true saiyan warrior.

The three of the saiyan warriors onboard this ships till had roughly five days or so to prepare for this tournament, give or take a handful of hours and Athren believed that was more than enough time to make sure they were all in shape. Of course, he wasn't going to try and hold their hands and encourage them to do so. They had been saiyan warriors, they could motivate themselves to get stronger and be prepared. While he knew that Callion was the type to keep pushing, it seemed as if Pars might've needed an extra little push but that wasn't for Athren to force. Pars would have to get off his ass and do it himself. The training room was on the ship as were the necessary supplies to get it done. There was no excuse. Especially considering that there hadn't been much else to do on the ship except for train and prepare. The only other entertainment on board the ship in Athren's mind was the fresh saiyan ale that was making the journey with them. While Athren was going to save that for the return trip, he believed that there hadn't been much else to draw a saiyans attention enough.

Athren however, wasn't going to focus on the others and whether or not they'd make the best of this free time they had. Five days give or take a handful of hours. Athren was going to use every single minute he could to get stronger. He was motivated and he hadn't ever been this motivated before. He could feel the adrenaline and determination within his soul pushing him to just keep training. He was on the brink of a new found strength that very many saiyans in history had never reached. He was becoming one of the most powerful warriors to ever walk on the surface of planet Vegeta and he wanted to keep pushing just to see how far he could go. Could he rival the King in power? Could he surpass him? What was the level of Athren's ceiling or did he even have one? There had been so many questions since Cereal that Athren couldn't know where to start answering them all but one of those questions he felt like he was on the path to an answer. How strong could he get? The time had been short in comparison to the rest of his life since he was forced off Cereal in a saiyan pod to heal after his wounds and he had become more powerful than he could've ever dreamed. Even his thirty years of life prior didn't hold a candle to how much he was succeeding now.

They hadn't been in flight for long. Just about a day at this point and Athren had spent most of their time relaxing. He wanted to give his muscles a brief pause from the training session before they left before he doubled down to do another one but now was the time. He had a short rest and he was motivated and eager to continue his training. With his defensive techniques now improved upon, he had to keep working towards the offensive ones. He needed to do more damage with his techniques and make them more effective. It wouldn't take a lot of effort to do it, but it was effort he was going to pour into it regardless. He was planning on hurting some people during the tournament. He might've not been able to kill anybody, but if somebody actually stood in his way and tried to prove themselves superior, he'd spend the time and make them wish they were dead. He was a brutal and ruthless saiyan with no consideration for anybody else. He was more than happy to bring somebody to the point of begging for death and to do that, he'd need techniques. While he was a strong fighter and very capable and knowledgeable, techniques had been the best way to cause pain and force it through the bodies of others. The point of impact of a technique could be so severe that a fighter wouldn't be able to continue anymore, that they wouldn't have enough wind or power to carry them through and that's what Athren was going to aim for here.

Today, Athren was going to work on his Nova Punch technique. Athren was born a brawler and he preferred his battles being close up and personal. It was truly where he thrived. Being within arm's reach of his opponent and exchanging blows was absolutely where he was meant to be. It was a place for fast thinkers and good warriors. One could get lost easily in the trance of the exchange of attacks and it truly pushed Athren to thrive in those moments. He couldn't see himself anywhere else when a battle came. While there were those who preferred Ki usage over fists, and those who preferred to balance the two. Athren was meant to be right up close to his opponent. With that, his first technique he created was an amplified punch. One that would cause devestating amounts of damage if it landed and he was often in range to do it. It had been a technique that really worked with his fighting style and complimented it perfectly. While he knew he wanted to develop more attacks that were made for close quarters, for now he had to power up the first one. He had this technique since he was a kid and there really wasn't much to it. It was quite literally a punch infused with Ki. He was going to take that technique and put in more Ki, along with that reduce the time it took to prepare. It would've been easy enough for him to do. This was basic Ki manipulation and nothing more.

Athren had been suited up in his normal wear. His chest plate had his Super Heavy Weights attached to it and his clothing was what he always wore. Though he couldn't help but think he'd need something a little cleaner and neater for when he arrived at the tournament. Regardless, he made his way into his Gravity Machine and went to the control panel to get things going. Currently, he still only had the capabilities of it to go up to fifty times gravity, but with any luck he would've had the update for seventy five times by the time he reached the Earth. All he had to do was pay for his ship and it would've unlocked the next stage of the gravity machine.
Until then though, Athren would work himself at the fifty times Earths gravity to keep getting stronger. He was going to use what he had and not complain about it. After all, all this new gear he had was paying off. In such a short amount of time, Athren had gotten so much stronger and if he kept it up. He'd soon be untouchable. He was grateful for this little trip to Earth too, as if had motivated him to dig even deeper and push even harder and with the loss on Cereal, he was more motivated than ever before. He didn't want to lose like that, not again.

He turned the dial to set it to fifty times Earths gravity and pressed the button that turned it on. The lights in the room turned to a red color as the lights outside in the hall turned to a red color to indicate that the gravity was on and the machine had been in use. This was a simple safety feature to warn those outside that if they stepped into this room, they'd face a gravity level much stronger than anywhere else in the ship. While Athren initially thought a safety feature was a joke given it was a saiyan ship, maybe it was for the best. He couldn't imagine Pars walking in here unknowingly only to smack down against the floor. Athren had been convinced that he didn't have the power to withstand the gravity was in and that man would have to start out small. While the training benefits wouldn't be as large as to what Athren was training in, they'd still be beneficial to Pars on a very limited level but any sort of training assistance was always nice, no matter how big they were or how small they were. Training without anything was still beneficial but Athren had to say that a lot of his recent gains was him finally breaking down and using other items meant for training. He had finally gotten through all his stubbornness and got to work with things that were easily accessible, and he didn't regret it as of yet.

With the gravity now activated, Athren had felt it's pull on his body as it tried to pull him to the ground. Luckily, he had already adapted to it. It was still a heavy pull but he was strong enough to stand tall and maintain normal action. It was his Super Heavy Weights on his shoulders that pulled the most as the gravity had a stronger pull on the heavier objects. Regardless of that though, Athren wasn't going to stop or slow down. Nor was he going to give into the weights or the gravity. He had training and work to do and he wasn't going to give in. He made his way over to his training dummy and now activated it. He put it on an all around mode where it would do both offensive and defensive maneuvers. It was as close as Athren could get to fighting a real opponent here without asking Callion or Pars to join him. In this mode the dummy would fight him as if it were a real person, it would avoid as much damage as possible while trying to dish out as much damage as possible. It would give Athren a nice little warm up before he started forcusing on his techniques and trying to do real damage to the device but Athren did know that this was going to be the moment of truth, he'd see if this training dummy could actually handle any amount of damage that was thrown at it. For Athren wasn't going to hold back, he trained just like he fought and he was going to try to cut this thing down with the techniques he was working on. He hoped for his sake that this device would manage to hold out though.

With the training dummy now engaging him in combat, Athren began to move around the room at a rapid pace as they had both been engaged in an intense exchange of attacks. Both of them had been throwing out strong and fast combinations of attacks that were meant to render the opponent unable to fight back. Each of Athren's hits that hit it's mark felt like hitting a solid wall, there had been no flesh on this robot so it couldn't feel pain either but it's frame and construction had been solid. Whomever developed it had gone above and beyond to ensure that their product had been durable and practical for use. When it had hit Athren, Athren could feel the pinch of pain within his body but it didn't have enough power to do anything real to him. It couldn't damage him in a way that would hurt enough to make Athren stop, this dummy would need to be highly improved for that to happen. Regardless, the exchange of blows continued as Athren was letting off some steam and having fun. He was truly going all out too, finally testing the durability of his training dummy. So far, he was impressed.

They had continued to move around the room going blow for blow. The draining dummy had managed to land it's fair share against the saiyan warrior but he hadn't been too concerned about it. It hadn't been powerful enough to do any damage and if anything, having those hits land against him made it feel more real, like there was a real benefit to this. If he had been training against something that couldn't touch him it would've been no different that all his shadow boxing sessions he did in the past and those weren't nearly as beneficial as this. Even though he had taken blows, he was still having fun as he felt the weights and gravity fighting against him, his muscles starting to throb as sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto the floor of the gravity room. He was getting a full workout in, this training session had been more than beneficial already and he didn't even start improving his Nova Punch technique but that was yet to come. He was going to unleash it on this training dummy shortly, he was going to improve his technique and see how much this dummy could handle. It was going to happen very soon that Athren was going to start really hitting this thing hard, he just didn't want this training to conclude too quickly if he did manage to significantly damage the training robot. It would be a true shame if he did, all that money for nothing. He hoped that this thing would work as advertised.

Going blow for blow the two of them didn't stop, neither of them holding back. The training robot going all out as programmed and Athren going all out against the weights and gravity that had continued to fight against him. That alone had continued to be the biggest point of his workout, that's what was there and drawing the sweat out of his body. Yet, he wouldn't stop and he kept pushing through. He had too, he didn't have a choice for it was the only way he was going to keep getting stronger. He wouldn't give into the fatigue or strain against his muscles, he'd overcome it. He was a true saiyan warrior, and nothing would keep him down. As the exchange continued and both the training dummy and Athren went blow for blow. More and more hits kept colliding with Athren but they simply hadn't been enough to do any significant damage. He felt them all after a while, through his strained and tired muscles he felt all the points of impact on his body. The training robot had been leaving small bruises, yet nothing was significant enough to make the saiyan warrior feel anything more than a short sting. It was just about time Athren turned the tables and started really hammered down on this robot. He was going to unleash his Nova Punch technique and improve it significantly. He'd turn his Nova Punch into a Super Nova Punch by the end of this short training session.

During the exchange, Athren had picked his moment to use his technique and improve it. He charged his energy into his right fist as his fight had began to glow red from his Ki. He focused his energy, compressing it into that one small area. The ki surrounded his fist as it began to take on a fire like appearance. As he did this he continued to dodge the incoming attacks from the training dummy, though he made sure not to lose focus on what he was doing. Given it was more energy than he had ever put into his fist before, he did need to focus on it, he needed to condense it make sure he didn't loose any through leakage. That's exactly what Athren was doing, maintaining focus while avoiding the incoming attacks and it seemed as if he had been a natural at it. The energy in his fist continued to grow drastically as he dipped, dodged and weaved the incoming attacks. He took his time with this as he didn't want to rush it, he needed to make sure it was at the level of power he wanted it to be. While it was already much stronger than it was before, it wasn't enough. It was all until he took a punch to the jaw that staggered him back so slightly that he actually wanted to release it. The technique wasn't at full power yet, but it was going to have to do.