Dragon Ball if I was Goku

Entering the Tenkaichi Budokai!

From the kitchen window, Lunch (blue-haired and innocent) watched him with concerned eyes. "He's been at that for hours..."

Krilin walked by carrying training equipment. "Still trying to make friends with a seed, huh?"

"It's not about making friends," Goku snapped. "It's about control."

"Right," Krilin said with a smirk. "How's that working out for ya?"

Goku glared at the pile of dead seeds beside him. "Shut up..."

Month 2:

The training had settled into a rhythm. Mornings were for milk deliveries around the island—Krilin struggling with his crates and weight of 20kg on his back while Goku  carrying 220kg. Afternoons were labor, mountain climbing, and sparring practice.

But every dawn and dusk, Goku sat with his seed training.

"You know," Krilin said one evening as they finished dinner, "some of us are actually making progress with normal training."

He flexed his arm, showing off modest but real muscle growth.

Goku barely glanced up from his latest failed attempt. "Good for you."

"I mean, maybe if you focused on practical stuff instead of..." Krilin gestured at the seed fragments, "...whatever this is supposed to be."

Lunch (blonde) looked up from cleaning her gun. "Kid's got a point. All this meditation crap ain't gonna help you in a real fight."

"It's not meditation," Goku said through gritted teeth. "It's control training."

"Looks like failure training to me," Krilin muttered.

Goku's eye twitched. The seed in his palm turned to dust again.

Month 4:

One morning, Lunch (blue-haired) brought Goku a sandwich while he trained.

"You've been working so hard," she said sweetly, sitting beside him. "Maybe you should take a break?"

Her innocent concern, combined with the way she unconsciously leaned against him, made Goku's concentration waver. But this time, instead of the seed crumbling, it merely trembled.

"Holy shit," Goku breathed. "It moved."

Lunch clapped her hands excitedly. "You did it!"

From across the yard, Krilin watched the interaction with growing irritation. *She never brings me sandwiches,* he thought bitterly.

"Hey Lunch!" Krilin called out. "Don't you think you should encourage all of Master Roshi's students equally?"

Lunch (still blue) looked confused. "Oh! Of course! I have one for you too, Krilin!"

As she hurried inside, Krilin shot Goku a pointed look. "Must be nice having a personal cheerleader."

"It's not like that," Goku said, but his attention was already back on the seed.

"Right," Krilin said sarcastically. "Nothing going on there at all."

Month 10:

Months of failure had worn Goku's patience to nothing. Every day, the same routine: sit, focus, fail. The pile of dead seeds beside his usual training spot had grown into a small mound.

"This is fucking ridiculous," Goku muttered, staring at yet another pile of ash in his palm. "Ten months of this shit and I've got nothing to show for it."

He could feel his anger building—that familiar heat in his chest that he'd been trying so hard to control. His hands started to shake with frustration.