《Vegeta Reborn!》Chapter 16
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"Before we begin, you will not leave here tonight with out acheiving stage 3 in body refining, once you've reached stage 3 body refining, cultivating qi until stage 3 will be at a much faster speed than the stages the follow and will also lay down a better foundation so that you can make it far in life after that cultivation will slow but not as much if you pick up a non bloodline body refining technoque, but im hoping that you my grandson will usher in a new era for our family since the Great Ape statue granted you a tail and helped you absorb alot of energy of the moon to strengthen body and tail and the result is that your already at the second level of body refining and you havent even cultivated a techique nor have you condensed any of your bloodline before which means its possible that after you get to the third stage in body refining that you could figure out the next stage or naturally advance just by having a pure bloodline, also from what i can see the meridians in your tail are already much larger and pliable than my own, you have the best chance to succeed out of us all." This statement by his grandfather lit up Vegeta's blood even more as he was the Prince of all Saiyans, and for the first time in his life the saiyans are depending on his success, which is something he never got to experience as most of the saiyans died in his past life do to frieza destroying their planet, but now he had the chance go become the leader he always wanted to be! "Okay it is time Long'er, sit crosslegged on the mat thats on the floor, and i will open the moon door which will allow the moonlight to penetrate into the room, do not i repeat do not look into the moonlight, close your eyes and condense your bloodline into your tail and when thats no longer possible use your blood qi to nourish those meridians" Vegeta did as he was told. Sending his blood gushing through out his tail condensing it, it didnt take long for him to finish condensing what blood he could, Vegeta felt the meridians in his tail swelling causing him slight pain but this was nothing to warrior like himself. "Now nourish your meridians with your bloodqi!" Vrgeta heard his Grandfather say, so he began to send his bloodqi to his tail and the bloodqi caused instant relief of the slight pain he was feeling and noe hr was feeling a cooling sentation he had never felt before and he quiet liked the feeling, and he could also feel his meridians expanding and becoming tougher. In that instant Fang Tianmeng hand flashed and pointed a red blob of what looked like blood to vegeta's waist. Vegeta who had his eye's closed suddenly felt a burning sensation come from his waste and it was becoming hotter and hotter. "Guide the blood to your tail! And let it fuse with your bloodline!" Vegeta hears his grandfathers yell and quickly began to guide the blood to his tail and allow it to fuse with his bloodline but it caused searing pain to shoot through his entire body so much so that once he gathered all the blood he couldnt help but open his eyes amd let out a massive howl!
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